Sometimes, when I'm in the pens behind the courtroom, speaking to my client, other prisoners decide that they want to talk to me too. Sometimes they want to know when their lawyer will be there, or if I can relay a message to their lawyer, sometimes they just want to vent: "I've been waiting back here all day!" Um, okay, sorry to hear that.
Of course, they don't know my name. So I've gotten used to a constant barrage of "Hey Lady!"
I'm thinking of getting one of these shirts to wear under my suit jacket.
If only they made a blonde version.