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captainsblogEver have one of those days you just wished you could have back?
All the way around today, this was one of those.
It started okay. I got out the door right on time to make it to Geneseo (a good 70-mile haul) for my 9:30 a.m. court hearing. Made it with a quarter hour to spare. One problem, though: no hearing. It got adjourned until the 18th. Yes, there was a confirming fax sent somewhere. At least it was a pretty drive, capped off by the final block along the village's main street, one of those quaint upstate downtowns with rows of shops, coffee houses and angle-in parking either side of the two lanes of traffic going through slowly past a dozen crosswalks. (As opposed to the far larger number of less-than-quaint upstate downtowns which are universally known as a "Four Corners," said corners consisting always of one Red & White grocery store, one Agway feed outlet, one Mobil station with architecture that hasn't been updated or cleaned since the late 1930s, and one scary looking former speakeasy called the "[Insert Town Name Here] Hotel- Legal Beverages.")
Anyway, back in the quainter digs of Geneseo, I stopped for a pedestrian at the first crosswalk, cleared the second, stopped at the third for another guy, and was just going through the fourth when a cat proceeded to walk across the street just outside the fifth. It was clearly owned by ::is stared at:: ahem, it clearly owns one or more humans, judging from its pristine appearance and bell collar, and probably there's a crosswalk painted on there that only cats can see- which is the only important thing, after all....
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After a quick stop at home, I headed to the office and the bank. There's a reason they say "home is where the heart is," since it sure wasn't either of those places.
Work produced a new and improved nuisance. I'm scheduled to try a case out of town next week- not really much of a legal dispute, just a he-said, she-said kinda deal where I represent the "he." Late this morning, I got word from "her" lawyer, that he was going to attempt to head off the need for the half-day of testimony by scheduling a last-minute motion to dismiss "his" case before trial- at a hearing at 2:00 the day before the trial, (This is called "summary judgment," for those of you knowing and caring about such terms, and while the other attorney is seemingly late in bringing it, the rules actually allow it- barely.) It doesn't affect my schedule much, since I was planning to be there to meet with the client next Monday afternoon anyway, but "he" is coming close to 800 miles from out of town in the other direction and I would hate for him to have to shlep all that way only to find that his case was dismissed without even getting to testify. It's not bloody likely- the motion is not likely to be granted, and the judge would normally adjourn the trial to prevent a needless appearance, but she's away all of this week, so they won't grant any adjournment until next Monday at the earliest, by which time he'll have needed to make at least half the trip.
The law, as they say, is an ass. The banking customer, more so. After getting this happy news, I went to make my bank deposit, and chose the drive-thru line with only one car in front of me. The car from hell, naturally. The thingy went back down the pneumatic tube- once, twice, fee times a maybe, as this brainless individual was determined to create a line behind her stretching all the way to the county line. I saw the teller counting out a large number of bills right before the final handoff, and the woman, bless her, put the container back in without hitting the "send" button yet a fifth time, but instead of moving on, she proceeded to sit right there and count her money. The best part? The car had MD plates on it, and I don't mean Maryland. She was either a doctor- in which case I want her medical license number as well as the one on her car- or, perhaps more likely, a Doctor's Wife, with all the rights and privileges of asshattery pertaining thereto.
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By the second return home, the gremlins had begun to follow.
Emily came home with news about her AP exam scheduled for tomorrow. It's not scheduled for tomorrow anymore. The high school somehow managed not to order the test booklets from the college board, so they will get a different test in a couple of weeks. Then, Eleanor got word from her bank that a $50 miscalculation was gonna cost her over $100 in fees.
Anyone else want to get in line?
All the way around today, this was one of those.
It started okay. I got out the door right on time to make it to Geneseo (a good 70-mile haul) for my 9:30 a.m. court hearing. Made it with a quarter hour to spare. One problem, though: no hearing. It got adjourned until the 18th. Yes, there was a confirming fax sent somewhere. At least it was a pretty drive, capped off by the final block along the village's main street, one of those quaint upstate downtowns with rows of shops, coffee houses and angle-in parking either side of the two lanes of traffic going through slowly past a dozen crosswalks. (As opposed to the far larger number of less-than-quaint upstate downtowns which are universally known as a "Four Corners," said corners consisting always of one Red & White grocery store, one Agway feed outlet, one Mobil station with architecture that hasn't been updated or cleaned since the late 1930s, and one scary looking former speakeasy called the "[Insert Town Name Here] Hotel- Legal Beverages.")
Anyway, back in the quainter digs of Geneseo, I stopped for a pedestrian at the first crosswalk, cleared the second, stopped at the third for another guy, and was just going through the fourth when a cat proceeded to walk across the street just outside the fifth. It was clearly owned by ::is stared at:: ahem, it clearly owns one or more humans, judging from its pristine appearance and bell collar, and probably there's a crosswalk painted on there that only cats can see- which is the only important thing, after all....
----
After a quick stop at home, I headed to the office and the bank. There's a reason they say "home is where the heart is," since it sure wasn't either of those places.
Work produced a new and improved nuisance. I'm scheduled to try a case out of town next week- not really much of a legal dispute, just a he-said, she-said kinda deal where I represent the "he." Late this morning, I got word from "her" lawyer, that he was going to attempt to head off the need for the half-day of testimony by scheduling a last-minute motion to dismiss "his" case before trial- at a hearing at 2:00 the day before the trial, (This is called "summary judgment," for those of you knowing and caring about such terms, and while the other attorney is seemingly late in bringing it, the rules actually allow it- barely.) It doesn't affect my schedule much, since I was planning to be there to meet with the client next Monday afternoon anyway, but "he" is coming close to 800 miles from out of town in the other direction and I would hate for him to have to shlep all that way only to find that his case was dismissed without even getting to testify. It's not bloody likely- the motion is not likely to be granted, and the judge would normally adjourn the trial to prevent a needless appearance, but she's away all of this week, so they won't grant any adjournment until next Monday at the earliest, by which time he'll have needed to make at least half the trip.
The law, as they say, is an ass. The banking customer, more so. After getting this happy news, I went to make my bank deposit, and chose the drive-thru line with only one car in front of me. The car from hell, naturally. The thingy went back down the pneumatic tube- once, twice, fee times a maybe, as this brainless individual was determined to create a line behind her stretching all the way to the county line. I saw the teller counting out a large number of bills right before the final handoff, and the woman, bless her, put the container back in without hitting the "send" button yet a fifth time, but instead of moving on, she proceeded to sit right there and count her money. The best part? The car had MD plates on it, and I don't mean Maryland. She was either a doctor- in which case I want her medical license number as well as the one on her car- or, perhaps more likely, a Doctor's Wife, with all the rights and privileges of asshattery pertaining thereto.
----
By the second return home, the gremlins had begun to follow.
Emily came home with news about her AP exam scheduled for tomorrow. It's not scheduled for tomorrow anymore. The high school somehow managed not to order the test booklets from the college board, so they will get a different test in a couple of weeks. Then, Eleanor got word from her bank that a $50 miscalculation was gonna cost her over $100 in fees.
Anyone else want to get in line?
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Date: 2009-05-05 12:33 am (UTC)If I were your guy and had to travel all that way and then not testify, I'd testify through a bull horn on the front steps of the court house.
I feel for Eleanor. I recently had that joyous exprience. Thank goodness for overdraft protection.