Sitting in Court

I wanted to ask more, but then the bailiff appeared in front of the court. "All rise!" he said.

We all stood as "The Rack" made his way to his bench. Judge Hanover didn't look as fearsome as Steven had made him sound. I had expected him to be taller, maybe.

Judge Hanover settled in and looked over his paperwork as we all sat back down. Finally he harrumphed and looked up.

"First case, bailiff."

The bailiff nodded, then looked at his clipboard. "The people of Chrystal Heights vs. Alicia Duvall."

An attractive blonde woman stood up.

The judge perused his paperwork. "It states here that you struck the owner of a car wash repeatedly because you blamed him for your car getting a flat tire on the premises."

The woman nodded. "That's right, your Honor. It's his car wash, and he refused to buy a new tire for my car."

The judge turned his cold stare to the woman. "It states that he offered to change the tire for you and to pay for it to be patched, even though there is a sign that states the car wash is not responsible for damage of this type. This wasn't good enough?"

The woman looked outraged. "No, that wasn't good enough. I had a flat tire and it was his fault! He owes me a new tire!"

"Several witnesses state that you attacked him despite his repeated attempts at courtesy," said the judge.

The woman shrugged. "I was mad. All he had to do was buy me a new tire and it wouldn't have happened. It was his own fault."