I may have mention before about my scrape with The Law and today I went to court to declare myself, "not guilty!"
My sweet little brother got all suited up and took me to the courthouse in his brand new lawyer-mobile.
We went in, I had to take off all my jewelry. They confiscated my key chair because it could be used as a weapon. Good times, really.
There was a little confusion and we ended up standing outside the courtroom when I really only needed to go to a window and fill out a form, but we didn't know that for a while. Outside the courtroom was a huge sign that read:
I looked at my brother very seriously and then pointed to the super-cute sandals I was wearing.
"The sign says 'no thongs.' Do you think these are going to be a problem?"
My brother in his navy blue suit and power tie looked at me, snickered and said,
"They're talking about underwear."
I go back in two months for my official Day In Court. Hopefully I'll be less clueless that time. I'll also wear closed-toe shoes, you know, just in case.