Dooda. Doo, doo, doo do do.

That’s the theme to Night Court, in case you didn’t catch that.

I was at work today… for just a few hours since I had my court appointment in the late afternoon. In the morning I got a call from my lawyer’s secretary who told me that my lawyer had taken on another case and would not be able to meet me at court until an hour and a half after our scheduled appearance time.

Well, that didn’t make me entirely happy, but you have to do what you have to do.

I had to still show up at the appointed time to tell the judge that my attorney would be late. So, that’s what I did.

After sitting in the courtroom for over an hour, listening to case after pathetic case, my lawyer showed up. We went over the information and made sure we had the facts straight. After that, he disappeared for a while to talk to the police officer who issued the tickets, way back in October 2000. (You can check my archives.)

Eventually, they came back in and my case was called to the bench. The damage (monetary, that is) was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I ended up going home with no suspended license, no points added, and a small fine of $640 total, including court fees.

So that’s that.