Fun with Attorneys!

I was informed by OCD that my posts were too "attorney-ish" and that I needed to "dumb down" my posts when I write about legal antics. Fine.

Once upon a time, on a sunny day in Orange County, California, I went to a room that was in a big, official-looking building where there was a man who wore a long, black robe and was sitting up high behind a big, big desk.

It might sound like he was a priest...



but he's called a "judge"...



There were people sitting around at other, smaller desks, writing things down on paper and speaking to each other using their "quiet" voices.

When I went into that room, there were also people arriving, just like me, wearing dark clothes and appearing to be very sinister-looking.



We all used our "loud" voices when we spoke to the judge.

At times it got r-e-e-a-l loud, and at other times it got r-e-e-a-l quiet.

When the judge pounded his gavel, we all abruptly stopped talking! Oh my!



And when the judge was done talking, everybody picked up their toys and went home.

I can't find a picture of kids leaving the park, crying, but you get the idea.