And Justice For All

I finally got my court date in the mail for that speeding ticket I got in Southampton. It only took them two months, and my "conference date" with the prosecutor to discuss a "plea bargain" isn't until the middle of May, but at least I'm not wondering anymore. I find it interesting that there is "prose" in the word prosecutor. There must be something profound in that, but I'm not drunk enough to figure it out. I'm sure I will be disappointed when I actually meet this PROSEcutor person, and find that there is not a literary thing about him or her. This world saddens me with its failure to compare to those ideas of the world that we have in our heads, and sometimes let slip onto pages. I will have my day in court, but it will not be as dramatic as that sounds.