So, after a long two week trial at the Bronx, New York Courthouse, the bailiff calls the room to order. Everyone rises from the attorneys to the filled room as we the jury make our usual entrance into the courtroom quickly and quietly. The wheels of my rolling luggage, which contains my laptop that I take everywhere I go, sounds like warped music as it echoes and ricochets off the walls. But they were used to it. This last day was not much different than any other, that is, until the judge interrupts and stops the proceedings to interject and publicly direct her thoughts to me. Judge slaps the desk with her hand and says, Mrs. Powell, I have observed you for the last two weeks. And every time youve walked into this courtroom, you have wowed me as you managed to somehow turned it into a fashion runway. Me: I was shocked as I could feel all the eyes in the courtroom now on me. She continues: You have wowed me with every beautiful exotic piece of garment you have worn, but today is the last day, and just when I thought you were going to bring it home with a final bang, you do this. Then she quickly interjects, And please, not that what you have on isnt beautiful, but I feel let down. I was looking for the grand finale outfit. Everyone in the courtroom chuckles. Even the strict, mean-looking bailiff lets out a hearty laughter, and the stiff and grumpy jury that had become my roommates, they also loosened up and giggled. I cleared my throat, smile, and humbly replied, Thank you, your Honor. Im glad to know that my clothing was a blessing to you. ~Narda Goodson, 2014 Anointed Tales of Nardarella
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 19:20:41 +0000
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