My client and I arrived exactly on time for our meeting, and the prosecutor, in what I thought to be a possible power play, made us sit and wait over a half-hour to see him.
I was thinking about when I was younger and I went on a tour of some big palace, where there was a grand, ostentatious entrance. The tour guide said that the purpose of the making the entrance so large and beautiful (even where the rest of the palace was not as ornate) was to humble visitors, and to show the wealth and power of the person living in the palace.
I thought that if the prosecutor really wanted to seem important, he could have made us wait somewhere nicer than a dirty cramped little hall, just a few feet from the copy room.
In fact, immediately next to the bench where my client and I sat was a very large shredder.
But the half-hour wait proved to be just a little too short. Because it didn't give me enough time to decide between writing:
or, the less formal "BRADY GOES HERE" (with an arrow downward)
on the wall above the Brady machine... uh, I mean, the shredder.