I really look forward to every other Wednesday now. It’s drug court day. I go every week but Mr. Traitor only comes every other week. Here is how the day unfolded;
Mr. Traitor got called up. As soon as his name was called, a grin came upon the judges face. (As a side note I would like to say that the judge is a very handsome older gentleman. He has a wicked cute smile and he is usually an upbeat kinda guy. Plus, it is clear he really cares about the folks that come into his court room and he really thinks about what is in their best interest. That in of itself is very attractive to me. He is not on a power trip, that is so unattractive to me. I may even go so far as to say that I would pick him as a secret boyfriend.)
“Mr. Traitor, it’s going to be an interesting weekend!”
For those of you who don’t know, the Sox are playing the Yankees this week. Duh!
“Yes Sir, it is.”
“I’ll make a deal with you. If your team sweeps the Sox, I will allow you to wear your Yankees shirt in my court room.”
“Ok. How about two out of three?”
“Two out of three? Sure!” The judge is clearly very confidant the Sox are going to sweep.
“Your honor? How about if the Yankees sweep you have to wear a Yankees shirt to court?” Ms. PO said.
People, I thought I was going to poop in my pants when she said that! The judge said nothing. He glared at her. She looked nervously at him, then the audience. Back at him, then the audience. The silence and tension seemed to last forever. My mouth was wide open and my eyes were big. I wondered if he would hold her in contempt. Finally he said “Ms. PO, how is Mr. Traitor doing this week?” I wonder if he gave her a talking to after court let out..
I have a lot of respect for this woman. She is really good at what she does. In that moment I decided she earned some more. She had the balls to hit him where it hurts, to make him put his money where his mouth is. He didn’t bite though. Would I? No way. You will never catch me in a Yankees shirt. Ever.
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