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I spent three days in the local jail. Let me tell ya, no one fucked with me. Would you mess with someone ranting and raving about Gnomes, the Easter Bunny, Cadburry Creme Eggs and wearing bunny ears?
...I...think...not.
On the third day I was to appear in front of Judge Judy for my trial. Everyone knew it would be a media circus anyway, so why not have an insane clown presiding?
I was dressed in my Sunday best, which reminded me of that fateful Easter Sunday long ago, when my curiosity about the Easter Bunny started. Back to times before that damned Gnome interfered in my life. Innocent times, when Cadbury Creme Eggs were yummy, and the Easter Bunny was real.
I snapped to real quick.
"Sir! You will NOT get a glossy look in your eyes in MY courtroom! NO REMINISCING! Do you understand me?" Judge Judy screamed at me.
"Sure thing, Judgey Wudgey."
That was a mistake.
"Contempt! YOU are IN conTEMPT!"
"Retract those claws, kitten! It's a term of endearment!"
"My ass is a term of endearment so quit blowing smoke up it!"
"What?"
"I'm on new blood pressure meds. I don't know what it means."
"As long as you're aware you made little to no sense, there's still hope."
"Alright, smartass. But you're still in contempt."
"Can I make it up to you?" I asked with a wink, putting on the charm.
She smirked, then...threw her gavel at me. Hit me in the head and out I went again.
(To be continued...)
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The art of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing thoughts in mind at the same time while still retaining the ability to function.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald-
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