Since we're on the subject:

Let's again talk about the interesting things that happen at the courthouse. If I did not work for a very nice, upstanding, honest lawyer, I would never have any need to go to the courthouse. At least, I don't think I would have any need. But as paperwork runs the legal system, I had to contribute yet again by filing an eviction complaint for a new client of ours. So, I went over at the end of the day, because typically there are fewer "defendants" there at that time of day. Unfortunately, there were lots of other people who had to add paper to the legal system, so I waited patiently for my turn.
As I stood in line to go through the oh-so-fabulous metal detector, I had the pleasure of witnessing another genius at work. By the time I joined the line, he had pretty much stripped off anything that might contain and metal and had created a pile on the table next to the metal detector. Yet, every time he walked through the dumb thing, it went off like a siren. So, the constable says: "Are your boots steel-toed?" To which the gentlemen responds: "No." So he walks through again, still setting off the alarm. The constable says: "Are you sure your boots aren't steel-toed?" Man's reply: "No they aren't steel-toed, but they do have these metal rivets all over them." (Stated as he lifts up his pant leg to show us all that he's wearing ugly black boots that are simply COVERED in metal. Really? He had no other shoes he could wear to the courthouse. Flip flops even? It was a somewhat warm Utah day. Anyway, the constable tells him he will have to take off his boots and send them through the x-ray machine. He gets all onery and walks to the bench to take off his boots. Honestly.
Enter the bad news: Somewhere between handing the documents to Dave (my boss) to sign and his handing them back to me to put in my little folder (see previous post) I lost half of what I needed to take to the court clerk. So, when I got to the desk and she started going through it, she couldn't find the first half of the coversheet that has all the important information she needs to file the complaint. I ended up waiting in line to get through the metal detector and again in line to speak to a clerk, all for nothing. I had to gather what I had and wander back to the office to try and figure out what happened. This was two days ago, and I still have not found the other parts of the documents. I just reprinted what I needed and took it home with me so I would stop on the way to work the next morning. So, I went through the mess I was trying to avoid the following morning in dealing with more people there to plead their supposed innocence before I left the courthouse thanking Heavenly Father that I have good people in my life. Because if I had to deal with that population all the time like my Brian does, I would go CRAZY!!!