Today I spent a long, long day in a venerable old courthouse, staring at a row of terribly dusty, colonial styled spindles that held together a partition in the gallery. Wondering where the duty of upkeep fit into whose job description. I swear, after an hour of staring, it was all I could do not to get down on my own knees and do the damned dusting myself. See?!???? See?!?!? I DO notice dust! Really, I do!
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Ha! Next time you go to court, maybe I’ll have to come along with my trusty holster full of Pledge.
I’m so proud of you for how you held up yesterday (and I’m not talking about the dust).
The courthouse is small. Uncomfortably small. You’d have it licked in not time at all. Perhaps you could flick some*thing* away…far, far away, as far as he can go…with the trusty dustbuster while you’re at it.