'S been a while
Hello there -- it's been a while, hasn't it? I apologize for disappearing; classes kicked my ass last semester, but I managed to come out relatively unbruised with an average GPA of 3.6 for the term. :)
This story is shamelessly stolen from Angry Asian Man, but as it is...kind of relevant to this blog, I decided to post this here.
You heard about the story where a dumbass DC judge is suing a dry cleaning business for $54 million for lost pants, right?
Pearson v. Custom Cleaners: The Plaintiff Testifies
If I had $54 million in my pocket, I'd almost give it to Roy Pearson to end this thing. Pearson took the stand this afternoon in his trial against Custom Cleaners, and it wasn't exactly spellbinding.
Pearson went into seemingly every minute detail of life: his history of community service, his weight gain as a middle-aged man, his financial woes and his painful divorce. Even the opposing defense counsel was rubbing his eyes and suppressing yawns. But the judge let Pearson tell his story, taking occasional notes, always with a somewhat bemused expression on her face. I could almost see the thought bubble over her head: Take as much time as you need to orchestrate your circus. (Though if circuses were this slow, Barnum & Bailey would be out of business.)
Then, just before 3:30, Roy L. Pearson broke down, appeared to almost cry, and quickly requested a break. Would it be heartless to ask whether he had been bored to tears?
I gotta say, this stuff is a bit more fun to read about than the Paris Hilton bullshit.
This story is shamelessly stolen from Angry Asian Man, but as it is...kind of relevant to this blog, I decided to post this here.
You heard about the story where a dumbass DC judge is suing a dry cleaning business for $54 million for lost pants, right?
Pearson v. Custom Cleaners: The Plaintiff Testifies
If I had $54 million in my pocket, I'd almost give it to Roy Pearson to end this thing. Pearson took the stand this afternoon in his trial against Custom Cleaners, and it wasn't exactly spellbinding.
Pearson went into seemingly every minute detail of life: his history of community service, his weight gain as a middle-aged man, his financial woes and his painful divorce. Even the opposing defense counsel was rubbing his eyes and suppressing yawns. But the judge let Pearson tell his story, taking occasional notes, always with a somewhat bemused expression on her face. I could almost see the thought bubble over her head: Take as much time as you need to orchestrate your circus. (Though if circuses were this slow, Barnum & Bailey would be out of business.)
Then, just before 3:30, Roy L. Pearson broke down, appeared to almost cry, and quickly requested a break. Would it be heartless to ask whether he had been bored to tears?
I gotta say, this stuff is a bit more fun to read about than the Paris Hilton bullshit.
posted by The Takeout Wench. at 5:58 PM
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