Thursday, April 11, 2013
I'm A Broadcast Journalist, Damn It!
A well-dressed tipstaff approached to tell me to take a hike.
"But I'm a an award-winning broadcast journalist," I lied.
He seemed to know he was dealing with a bottom-feeding blogger because we look a lot like the guys who regularly appear in front of judges, usually in shackles.
"Where are your credentials?" he demanded.
"I left them in the car," I lied.
I tried telling him that I'm an award-winning broadcast journalist, but he was getting ready to nail me with a cattle prod when Judge Michelle Varricchio walked into the courtroom.
He was so busy arguing with me, he forgot the "All rise" chant and "God save the King" and all that crap.
Then, before she heard any cases, this dude went over to the judge and tattled on me. She cast a disgusted look in my direction, but decided for whatever reason not to press my non-pressiness.
I had credentials made after the hearing. Let's see that bastard try to kick me out now.