Regulations
EVERY MINUTE OR SO I look out the window. My attorney’s taking her time.
The sort of behavior, for which I’m being charged, has seeped across our nation’s demarcations. In other words, police reports and other official documents (journalists’ offerings being a tad too “selective” to count) reveal that this nonsense is as much a byproduct of the left as it is of the right. Simply, we citizens have, again, horrifically failed to get along with each other.
An officer comes in with a stack of forms to complete in triplicate. It’s against the rules, but he offers me a coffee to go along with my pen. I wonder if he recognizes me without my hairpiece and makeup. Also, I wonder if he can read the micromovements that reveal me to be a parvenu.
That sentinel, too, regards the window.
