I posted a joking reply to Steve Wertz a couple days ago about how bad
the food is at LA Superior Court. Well, guess where I wound up at
lunchtime today, but LA Superior Court on a hearing that should have
been over way, way sooner (had a judge who just loved the sound of his
own voice). The two lawyers, our client and I, the trusty and faithful
paralegal, really didn't have time to go across the street to the only
decent restaurant within blocks of LA Superior, as we needed to put
together a hasty smokescreen <cough> erm, that is, I meant to say, a
reasoned defense against the opposition. We took a stroll between the
two sided cafeteria line to see if there was anything on offer that we
could a) actually choke down, and b) would not result in
gastrointestinal distress during the continuation of the hearing.
Okay, we're looking at bad tacos, fish that has been in a steamer tray
since what appears to be the Reagan administration, ditto the "swiss
steak," "baked" chicken that looked as if it had come as close to
being baked as the pot it was boiled in, and a marginal salad bar
without a sneeze guard. There is also a build-your-own sammidge bar
that actually has tongs, but observed that few people were using them.
Says Attorney #1, "So, how fast do you think we can get a lunch across
the street?"
Fortunately, the restaurant across the street is used to this and the
wait staff is well staffed at lunchtime. I had a martini. Very dry.
Up. No vegetables or citrus to take up room in the glass.
Noticed that most of the diners at the court cafeteria were jurors. No
wonder we get so many defendant verdicts <g>
Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd
--
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as
old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the
waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."
-- Duncan Hines
To reply, replace "spaminator" with "cox"