Friday, March 30, 2012

Friday.  No court.  Friday morning. Run errands. File pleadings in courthouse. Few people. Little interaction. Good. Conserve energy.Auto-pilot. Own world. Oblivious.

Go visit clients in jail. Depressing.

Enter jail. Buzzed in to sign-in space. Small. Three-four person capacity tops. Metal detector. Present id, signing in, back turned. Auto-pilot. Own world.

"Good morning, sir."

Turn around. Young, fresh-scrubbed. Blue uniform. "Good morning, ma'am."

"Good morning, sir."

Turn around. Young, fresh-scrubbed. Blue uniform. "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, sir."

Turn around. A battalion. A tour. Leaving as I'm entering. One after the other. All young, fresh-scrubbed, blue uniform.

All polite.

TRAPPED.

"GoodmorningsirGoodmorningsirGoodmorningsirGoodmorningsirGoodmorningsirGoodmorningsir."