A City on Earth

Did you know that swearing at cops on duty seriously takes you to the court. I thought it was a myth. And I still don’t know whether swearing at cops-off-duty takes you to the same legal place or not. I must be more in the know about that. I’ll ask authorities. Anyway, it was my court day today, and guess what? The cop who on a reassuringly dull Sunday months ago got on my nerves and in return received bad language from me that involved close family members, didn’t show up. So there I was wearing my black blazer jacket and defensive manners with no one to defend myself against to, apart from the judge who was this nice lady patiently listening and later repeating my words in her own kind words and in slow motion for the typing guy to type them down. She then let me go. To be honest, I was expecting more action and adrenalin. No. The court was piece of cake, baked by the judge herself who should indeed be baking cakes at home instead of dispensing justice.

The courtroom was a small room with formica tables and wooden benches (nothing like the ones we see in the movies). I can’t say I liked their deco style. But who am I to judge.