Phew, I used to do secretarial work for my stepdad ( a defense attorney, and my mother's a district court judge on a sidenote, lucky me eh?) and it was like the circus everyday. The crazys got to be normal for me (like the lady who lived across the street and came in everday screaming gibberish, or the guy who stole like 36 peoples' identities and then told my stepdad he was calling Oprah and Al Sharpton because he wasn't going to be able to get him off scott-free), but ther's one lady who I just can't scrape from the section of my brain that contains burned in images. When she started talking, she had front teeth. Halfway through the conversation, they were gone. When she opened her mouth again, they were swinging in her mouth like a doggy-door. My step-dad nicknamed her The Walrus. That and the guy who smelled what I can only describe as very old chocolate chip cookies, baking horribly in the sun.
Welcome to the wonderful world of the justice system.
Welcome to the wonderful world of the justice system.
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