I know I’ve mentioned before that Austin is weird. Well, that hasn’t changed at all. In fact, I was reminded of it yesterday when I was in traffic court with the Girl. I was there for moral support, because honestly? I don’t recall anyone ever winning in traffic court. You have a better chance of winning the lottery, if you ask me, which you didn’t.
So waiting in the lobby there at the traffic court, this lady walks in, gets her number and is all ready to fight her ticket. You can tell she has come prepared because she has her folder, her ticket and her daisy dukes. It appears that she wore the outfit that usually gets her out of tickets, except this last time when she must have been pulled over by a woman officer.
That’s right, she wore her lucky denim daisy dukes to court. These shorts were so short, they didn’t even cover the pockets in the front or the orbs of her butt in the back. Of course, she accessorized her outfit to accentuate the daisy dukes by wearing her pole dancer platform heels. She did take into consideration that she would be in a court of law and wore a white blouse with a fitted black jacket. One should always look their best when going to court.
We didn’t stick around to see if she won her case. Besides, I didn’t want the Girl to think that was any kind of defense strategy. Which might have been the case for a girl of a certain age, but most definitely is not the case for the woman of that age. Which was, without a doubt, way old enough to know better.