Court TV - not really!

Monday was my first experience in a court room. I went to face the man that decided driving while drunk was a good idea - that was until he met my car!

I was a little nervous as I found a parking spot and walked into the courthouse. I had a little bit of a laugh as I was nervous and I wasn't the person on trial. I arrived about twenty minutes before the subpeona stated the trial would start. I watched as people entered and exited the courtroom next door and then the elevator door opened (for what seemed like the twentieth time) and he walked out.

I admit I was a little worried that I wouldn't recognize the guy that hit me, but as soon as he walked off the elevator I remembered everything. My hands started feeling a little clammy and my heart started beating a little faster. Let me clarify that I wasn't scared he was going to attack, I just was surprised at the emotions that arose when I saw him.

The time finally came when we were allowed into the courtroom and I made my way to the front to introduce myself to the attorney per her request. I found a seat and then the circus began! I listened as one by one cases were brought before the judge and they listened to their fate. I hid a laugh as the judge seriously asked why one girl had her license suspended eight (8) times - I was trying to listening extremely hard for her reason but couldn't hear! I wanted to hear the answer to that question! I continued to listen for another two hours before the attorney representing Mr. Drunk Driver approached me.

Mr. Attorny asked if I could point out Mr. Drunk Driver and I stated that I could and described where he was sitting in the courtroom. He then asked some details about the incident and informed me that this may not be going to trial today. I took my seat and a 15 minute recess was called. Mr. Attorney asked if I still lived at my old address and I informed him I had moved. Mr. Attorney then asked where I worked, I began to be a little uncomfortable with this questioning as the gentleman that hit me was sitting two rows back and Mr. Attorney was asking me these questions from across the room.

Mr. Attorney asked again and I gave him the cross streets. He mentioned that he was heading to this place called Knollwood to see his mother. I couldn't believe what a small world I was living in - seriously!! The attorney for Mr. Drunk Driver has a mother who is a resident where I work! That was a little weird for me!

After sitting in the court room for 2.5 hours, I found out that I will be going back again. The arresting officer wasn't present due to falling off a bridge and breaking her back - OUCH! Therefore, the trial has been rescheduled and I will be back to testify at a later date...