One to Grow On
Just before my trip to SF last weekend, I got a call from the delightful people of the Los Angeles Police Department that I would receive a subpoena in the mail.
This is the same subpoena that I received back sometime in May that was in relation to my car accident.
So off to the courthouse that’s cleaverly tucked away near the Imperial Freeway on South La Cienega on Thursday. The subpoena asked that I be there by 8:30 AM; I was a good citizen and showed up at 8:15 AM.
Too bad that didn’t help me out. I spent a near full day in court, only to walk out with loose ends.
Scary things that I encountered while I was there:
1. Child molesters.
2. Parole violators.
3. The other driver.
4. A potential witness for another case getting arrested for refusing to obey a judge’s orders.
I was ready to curl up in bed once I got home, but due to Murphy’s Law, the day wasn’t quite done with me just yet.
While I was
wasting time waiting patiently in court, my grandmother had been rushed to the hospital. Congestive heart failure is to blame, along with an infection of the lungs. So I spent that evening (and most evenings since) on the 6th floor of the UCLA Medical Center in Santa Monica.
At least the month prior to this was entertaining. I have photographic evidence to remind me.