Judge Dread

Today is my day off. As such, you may ask, "Wyatt, why did you wait until the late afternoon to post?" The answer is simple: because Philadelphia's Municipal Court judges are morons. I was scheduled for a domestic violence case today. It was the sixth time the case has been scheduled in fourteen months. Not that I'm complaining, because I made oodles of overtime on each listing, but five continuances is ridiculous! Any hoo, I arrived with Partner #1 and noticed that everyone - the cops, the offender, and the victim - were present. I thought, "Kickass!," this case might actually go on today. In the meantime, we waited. And waited. And waited. The next thing we know, the clock on the wall reads 2:00pm. It has been five hours since we checked in, and the case is still "on hold." While Partner #1 and I are riding the money train - next stop: Richville - we are lamenting the fact that our day off is passing us by. The D.A. prosecuting the case came out of the courtroom soon after and said what we were dreading: The case will not go on today. The sixth continuance has been scheduled. Why? Because the judge is a moron. This GED in a robe actually decreed that the trial would go on too long because there were too many witnesses present. Eh, what? Maybe his dishonor had heard the case at 10am, he wouldn't be wasting more money that my fair city does not have! Jackass.