When A was with us I had to take him to the dentist. Of course going to the dentist is not unusual except when the office is across the street from a XXX store with flashing lights and faded pictures of women in bikinis covering the windows. I think I was the only white woman in a 5 mile radius. I'm just thankful the dentist only had day appointments and the parking lot was very close to the building!
Yesterday I ventured downtown to the courthouse, another place I wouldn't normally have frequented. When you have foster children there are different times for different reasons you are invited to court. I was there for a 90 day review hearing for "J".
Walking into the courthouse you see two types of people (well maybe three): the people who work there and the people who are ordered to be there. Often times the people who are ordered to be there are a little scary... (at least the ones I have seen in the lobby)I was running a little behind so I put my purse on the conveyor belt and went through the metal detector without taking everything off like I do at the airport. Unfortunately, I set off the alarm. I checked my pockets and then took off my belt. I stepped back through, was handed my belt, and I hurried toward the elevators with my belt in hand.
I slipped into the elevator with a rather handsome man. He was in a full suit and carried a brief case. (I'm assuming he worked there) As I struggled to put my belt back into my jeans I made small talk as he purposely tried not to look at me while I dressed myself! He seemed relieved that his stop was a few floors sooner then mine. As he hurried out I realized that at that moment I probably fell into the other class of people in the courthouse for him! I can only imagine what he thought I was going to court for as I was dressing myself in the elevator!
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