My nervousness about going to the new courthouse for the first time was exacerbated when the nice lady behind the x-ray machine told me cameras are not allowed and I would have to return to my car and leave the camera there.
D’oh!
I had removed my Leatherman Wave Multi-Tool,
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Do you have any idea how nerve wracking it is to TAKE CUTS at the courthouse, with a line of people staring at you and wondering just who the hell you think you are? For all I knew, they could be the family of someone on trial for murder. And by family, I mean Family, as in, “She might be a juror on Vladimir’s trial. Let’s kill her just in case.”
I did it, the going to the front of the line business, BUT I DIDN’T LIKE IT.
On a subsequent day, a different gatekeeper asked me about the “wires” in my purse, which I can only assume he thought were the makings of a bomb. We finally figured out they were the ear buds for my MP3 player and he let me pass. He stopped me for the same thing the next day but then remembered and waved me on without checking further. I could SO have smuggled a bomb in that day, I just know it.
The most amusing part of the whole gatekeeper / forbidden accoutrements dance is they didn’t blink an eye at my MP3 player or my cell phone:
- My record all sound within a 20’ radius at the touch of a button MP3 player/recorder, and
- My internet-capable with integrated camera and Twitter and Facebook instantaneous upload apps cell phone.
Do they not watch the news? Did they not learn from the Al Roker hullabaloo?
Not that I am complaining. The game apps on my cell phone came in quite handy during down time.
