It’s been a long week and thank goodness it’s finally Friday. Today, I had the joy of starting my morning by going to a D.C. city hearing about my “inappropriate use of a trash receptacle.” I won’t get into all the details, but to make a long story short, I was accused of littering because someone took mail sent to an address I lived at two years ago and put it in the trash. At the appeal hearing this morning, the prosecutors didn’t even show up. Case closed. They knew they didn’t stand a chance against my impeccable evidence. Oh, you better believe I was ready to go all Law & Order and plead my case to prove my innocence, but I didn’t even get the chance to.
Ever since I served on a jury a few years ago, I’ve realized that court isn’t as sexy as they portray it on tv. To be fair, my first impression of court was based on Ally McBeal. But I will say, it’s still pretty damn empowering to win a case, regardless of how it happens. I plan on telling people that I won my case AND that I did so, representing myself. Didn’t even need a lawyer. Booya!
It’s kind of a strange day when you’ve been to court before 10am. So what was my next logical step? Coffee of course, as a reward for my judicial prowess. As a prestigious Starbucks gold card holder, I got a free birthday drink certificate in the mail. I didn’t go so far as this guy, but I still got a fancier and more expensive drink than I usually get. Vindicated and caffeinated, I embarked on my brisk victory walk to work. It’s easy to lose some perspective in the daily grind of life, but today was a reminder of how important it is to appreciate all of life’s victories, whether big or small. After all, it’s not every day that we can say we won a court case. Unless it’s today…and you’re me.