So, I spent all last week getting ready for trial on Friday and doing other non-blog-related things. When Friday morning came, I struck out on I-75 North towards Rome. I took my mapquest directions, my Garmin, and left in time to meet with my client at 9 before the 9:30 start time.
At 9:20 am, Trudie was repeatedly “recalculating,” I was screaming obscenities, and my car was about to run out of gas. So, I pulled over to refuel, called my secretary and asked her to call the Judge’s secretary and tell her I was 1) lost and 2) going to be late. I peeled out of the gas station parking lot towards Highway 27 as the court reporter called to give directions.
I arrived 15 minutes late, feeling like a jackass. Luckily, the Judge was sympathic, saying, “Don’t worry. All Atlanta lawyers get lost trying to find my courtroom if they use online directions.” Not much consolation.
The hearing went well; I expect a good result in a few weeks.
Afterward, I decided to treat myself to some local BBQ for sale by the side of the road:
I figured anyone who advertises with a flaming pig has gotta be good, but it wasn’t. The Q was too runny, and the hushpuppies overcooked. And there were too many white people over the pit.
I walked across the gravel and met a pudgy young man named “Jimmy” whose uncle was selling a used Coleman tent I thought I’d buy for $25. Only I didn’t have any cash.
Me: “Can I write you a check?”
Jimmy: “Well…you see, my uncle…I don’t b’lieve he can take a check.”
Me: “I promise you my check for $25 will not bounce. Here, I’ll go get my checkbook out of the car.”
Jimmy: “No, see. There ain’t no one else ’round here who’ll cash checks for my uncle no more. Why don’t you come back later on and git it then?”
Me: “Um, I don’t think I’ll be up this way again for a quite a while. Tell your uncle I’m sorry for his check-cashing woes and that you failed to sell his tent today.”
Then I asked about the restroom, and he pointed to this:
So I held it.
My cell rang, and I had a text pic:
I leave for a few hours, and Pretty Bride goes all Britney Spears on me. She’s currently in rehab, rubbing her head for good luck.