Monday Thoughts

Took me an hour but I made it to the Hayward Courthouse before 0900 this AM....found parking and then had to stand in a long line out front waiting to go thru the metal detectors.

They say it is just like TSA screening - except you are not allowed to bring knitting needles and TSA lets you bring them, so they lie....

There are signs to take off metal items - belts - watches - jewelry. This person behind me kept setting off the alarm and finally the deputy looks at her and says "Think it might be all that jewelry?" She looks at him and literally responds "Huh?" And so he tells he she needs to take off that 4" - 5" stack of bracelets she is wearing....all the while, I am sure the line is getting longer.

The chairs in the jury room are EXCEEDINLY uncomfortable....especially during the "HOORAH/aren't we great" video we had to watch.

I was not in the first group called and eventually was dismissed - and the funny thing is, I am kind of disappointed!!!!!

Weird day - must be that beautiful full moon (that had the largest ring around it last night that I have ever seen!). First a car comes up in the left turn only lane which clearly has a red light - the straight ahead has a green - and granted he does slow down, but proceeds to turn left on that red light....and hours later another one just decides the red stop light means for him to go! Luckily people were watching out.

Decided to top off hubby's gas for him (he let me/made me take the car for parking purposes which was good because the spaces are very narrow and most cars end up parking on or over the lines). While I was going in for my change a young woman who looks like she lives a very hard, and maybe medicated life, pulls up in a fairly new Prius. And then approaches me - and everyone else at the station - asking for money for gas.

So I say no and now I am still feeling a bit guilty. Who am I to judge? Maybe she is really down on her luck??? Hopefully this does not respond in bad karma for me (just happened to my son - he went to mail an envelope/package at UPS and they wanted to charge him 3 times what he was charged the week before for the same size package/same weight/same address and of course being who he is - as well as being under stress - he cussed them up and down; and was especially unhappy when they called the manager who was too busy at the movies to even talk to him). Well, on his way to SF he blew out one of the tires of his car!