It was going to the day I brought justice to Sonoma County. In the previous story you heard about the meth-addict who stole stuff from our church. You remember, the guy whose house number is 666? Yeah, that’s the guy.
I received my first summons ever. I was to be a witness for the prosecution representing the church. Since much of the stuff stolen was mine, I was ready to be a model witness. I dressed up and signed in a half hour early. I waited in the designated witness room in the D.A.’s office.
Long story short, I waited for four and a half hours. I kept getting up every 15 minutes to keep my back from killing me and to let them know I was still in the waiting room. They buzzed me in and out of the specially created room probably 20 times. But it made no difference. Finally, it was 5:00 P.M. I got up again and asked the receptionist, “Can I go home now and do I show up tomorrow?”
“Who are you?” she asked like she had never seen me before. I knew something had just gone terribly wrong. Apparently my walk-throughs every 15 minutes had no impact on the receptionist. She must be one focused lady. I listened to her conversations with criminal idiots on the phone all day.
One conversation involved a drunk girl from Oregon who was arrested without a license. Apparently she was upset for being arrested in California when she’s from Oregon. The receptionist politely explained that it does not matter where you are from, driving drunk in any state without a license is illegal and that’s why she was arrested.
Then there was the woman seeking a restraining order against her ex-husband for sending her non-threatening, nice letters about his travels. Or the man who spoke foul against a coworker he was suing for overstepping her authority.
Back to my problem. The receptionist immediately called the Sonoma County District Attorney and asked what was happening with me. About two minutes later a nice lady said, “Oh, I must have forgot to look in the witness room for you. I wondered why you didn’t show up. Sorry. Teehee.” I asked, “I was served a subpoena and sat in here for four and a half hours and you forgot me?” “Who are you, sir?” she curtly asked. “I am the guy he stole from,” was my kind reply. “Oh, the trial is over and I just forgot you were here. Teehee, teehee,” was her reply. “Sorry. Yeah, you can go home now.”
So apparently, in Sonoma County you can be a victim of a crime, and it’s OK for you to sit in a room under an official subpoena for over four hours and then be “forgotten.” If I didn’t show up I could be seriously fined and placed in jail. However, if they forget to call me and leave me in a room with nothing to do for over four hours, it goes in the “teehee, teehee” category. She wouldn’t even tell me what the outcome of the trial was.
3 comments:
Sad to say...you were probably in captivity longer than the meth- addict that stole from you. Will you ever know the verdict??
Gloria
Apparently justice really IS blind.
I hate the fact that 666 has the stigma that it does. My fiance's CA state issued license plate starts with 666, and he has to deal with strangers hasseling him about it all the time, like he had anything to do with it...
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