Went with my friend to the courthouse a while back so she could see the result of a status hearing on a guy who...well, that's a long and sickening story we won't go into. For the simplicity's sake, though, we shall call this person DB (douchebag).
Friend is nervously skimming the schedule looking for DB's name. Another woman (AW) comes up and tells us she's looking for her son's name, so together we all skim the schedule.
Friend: Let's see...defendant...that's the bad guy, right?
Cue glares from half the people in the lobby.
Me: Er.....Friend?
Friend:.... *connects the dots*
OMG I'm so sorry! (to AW) I'm really sorry! I didn't mean that your son's the bad guy. MY guy's the bad guy, but I didn't mean...
AW (smiling): Oh, it's fine. My son's totally guilty.
Phew, dodged a bullet there...
Friend is nervously skimming the schedule looking for DB's name. Another woman (AW) comes up and tells us she's looking for her son's name, so together we all skim the schedule.
Friend: Let's see...defendant...that's the bad guy, right?
Cue glares from half the people in the lobby.
Me: Er.....Friend?
Friend:.... *connects the dots*
OMG I'm so sorry! (to AW) I'm really sorry! I didn't mean that your son's the bad guy. MY guy's the bad guy, but I didn't mean...AW (smiling): Oh, it's fine. My son's totally guilty.
Phew, dodged a bullet there...

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