Courting - Finale

And this judge looks over at me mildly.  It's like I'm a fly or a sound or a diversion that he hadn't planned on. 

He goes: "Excuse me?"

Me: "You asked about police officers.  I don't trust them."

Judge: "Can you elaborate, Miss…." he looks down at his notes.

Me: "Witting."

Judge: "Yes, please elaborate, Ms. Witting."

Me: "A few years ago, I was stalked by a young man.  He did whatever he wanted because his father was a police sergeant."

The judge looks at me emptily.  No reaction.  The courtroom is silent.  Pin-drop silent.

I decide to go on: "I went to the local precinct for help.  The cops there leered at me.  Made me feel unsafe."

Judge: "You are dismissed.  Good afternoon, Miss Witting."

Me: "It's MRS. Witting."

Judge: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Witting."

Yeah. 

Good system.

Anyhow, never had to report for jury duty since.

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