So, my manic Monday involved seeing Mr. T at 26th & Cal (the armpit where I work) for jury duty. No A-Team, just T. Unfortunately, there is a standing order that no cameras are allowed above the 1st floor and out of crippling fear of being placed into custody on a contempt of court charge, or, alternatively, an ass whoopin by T himself, I did not even dare snap a photo of him (in camo fatigues, sans jewelry, but still sporting a mullet-like hairdo) while he was walking into the courtroom. But he was there. And he looked mean as hell.
That is what makes my job bearable. Because I am sure that due to county budget constraints, should the swine flu venture over to the jails, I will have to cough up my own money for my safety mask (no pun intended).
I am Woolite'ing my delicates right now, but will post pics from the past month or so in a bit. :)
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