Alright, loyal readers, I'm going to take one last stab at T.T.S.T., even though I didn't get too many responses last time. Maybe this topic will be better and spur more discussion. (It was suggested by True Believer).
The Question is: What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in court? (Or, if you're shy, and want to pretend like is was your "friend's" case... What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever seen in court?)
I'll start us off.
This wasn't my case, this happened when I was an intern at a public defender's office. Our client was female, and I can't really remember now what she was accused of. The one thing that stands out in my mind was that she had some problems in the past, but was really trying to get her life together.
So, on the eve of trial, I was there when the attorney had a discussion with her about what the client should wear to court the next day. (Yes, I recognize that the discussion of "what a client wore to court" could provide enough fuel for a whole 'nuther blog, but bear with me here.) Client assured Public Defender that she had a nice outfit to wear. They talked about the details of that outfit. Client said that she had a nice white blouse, and that she would either wear black pants or a black skirt. Public Defender, a woman on the ball, even asked what kind of shoes client had. Client said that she had a pair of black dress shoes that she would wear.
The next morning, trial is set to begin, and client shows up looking pretty sharp. White button-down blouse, black knee-length skirt, little ankle socks, and black patent-leather mary janes. I'll provide a few photo links, since my male readers might not be familiar with these terms. The shoes looked something like these (although those are kids shoes, but they were sort of like those), and the socks looked something like this.
I sat in the front row of the audience. Behind me the courtroom was filled with prospective jurors. Separating the audience from the front of the courtroom was a simple wooden bar.
After only a few minutes, I noticed a little bit of snickering from the prospective jurors behind me. I turned around, and noticed a few of them nudging one another, and pointing to the client. I looked at the client, and it took me a second to realize what they were all laughing at.
The client had kicked off her shoes, and had her ankles crossed so that the entire audience could see the soles of her socks. And the bottom of her white ankle socks were printed with the words "Department of Mental Health."
(What happened? The attorney dismissed the entire group of jurors that had been brought into the room and started again with a new group. This time the client kept her shoes on.)