Last night, driving home from yoga, I got a call from the federal prosecutor in the Woodmere case. The prosecution needed me to appear in court tomorrow around 3, the lawyer informed me. Since the accident I've only been driving on back roads, which means the drive from Kent to Cleveland would take me approximately oh, 1.74 hours -- giving me lots and lots of quality time with my new best friend Enya. To be safe, I figured I'd leave the office at one.
So, after working for like, 45 minutes this morning, I got a call from the federal prosecutor telling me i had to go to the federal courthouse immediately. In turn, I hauled ass (if driving 35 mph can be called "hauling ass"), drove the 1.74 hours to Cleveland, and rushed up to meet the attorney -- only to be told that "it didn't appear that they'd be needing me today after all. But just in case he changes his mind, I should stay close to the court room.
It is now 4:52. Court normally closes at 4:30. I am not a psychic, but it appears pretty clear that I will not be making any appearances on the witness stand today.
I am beginning to understand why people dislike lawyers.