8th Circuit Court throws out the Furry

So the 8th Circuit US Appellate Court had oral arguments at my law school today. No I didn't get thrown out by the massive US Marshall guarding the door, but I thought I was going to be. See I wasn't thinking about dressing for court this morning. It felt like a normal day at classes, so I wore the normal attire khaki shorts and some sort of shirt. If you don't know shorts are a no-no in court. So I realize this as I get to school. What to do?

I decided to test the waters and see who was entering the room. It wasn't looking good seeing other students all suited up with a tie. I thought well I gave it a shot. Then I saw some with jeans enter in. I decided then to test it out. I neared the door where the huge muscular Marshall was standing and began to enter. He stops me and says, "Excuse me sir....no book bags in the courtroom." Oh okay, I drop off the bag and try the re-entry. I finally enter and take my seat in the back so that the Justices cannot see me. Just in case.

Fast-forward to five minutes before the Justices enter the room, and the same Marshall approaches near me. I began to sweat a little. Turns out the person in front of me had some coffee and no liquids were allowed. Dodged another bullet.

The rest of the time I sat and tried not to draw attention to myself. That was one of the most uncomfortable 2 hours I have endured. At least I didn't look like the idiot in front of me who had on a blue blazer that had some sort of large cheap insignia over the left breast pocket area. Not only did it look cheap, but he had the collar completely up, so basically he looked like a man in his 60s, trying to get on a private yacht, even though he is homeless. He still looked better than me.

How did this day in court end? Oh yeah, the second to last case two gentlemen sat directly next to me. One was clearly a lawyer, the other clearly not a lawyer. I look at the schedule and the only case left deals with a felon who is guilty of several burglaries, including stealing a shot gun. Sure enough when the last case starts, the lawyer takes his position in front of the podium, leaving his client the armed felon sitting next to me. Since, I was taking notes on the lawyers I made sure to only right good things regarding his attorney. With a felon sitting next to me, and a Marshall who I thought had it out for me, I wasn't taking any chances.