So . . . this morning I was feeling a little bit down as I walked into work. A little useless. Like my job isn't important; like I don't do anything worthwhile and don't get any respect.
And then, just when I was giving a great big sigh, the god of lame, bummed-out prosecutors smiled down on me for one perfect moment when I saw . . .
. . . A WOMAN IN COURT WEARING A TIARA.
People, I shit you not. Oh, I have never wanted a camera phone so badly. I wish you could have seen it:
Silver high heels.
Makeup that would make our old friend Edie Sedgewick proud.
Long, red hair that was either a wig, a weave, or just sprayed within an inch of its life.
And a tiara. Actually, it looked a bit more like a Junior High School beauty pageant crown, but I tell you what -- she worked it like it was a tiara worthy of Queen Elizabeth.
I'm not sure even ol' Elizabeth could have sauntered through the district court throngs with the same grace and aplomb as this lady. I wanted to cheer when she went past. I'm afraid I did the proverbial double-take. A detective standing next to me said, "I almost bowed just now."
Oh, yeah. THAT's what I'm talking about. A reason to keep going to work every day.