I was roaming the halls of the Inglewood courthouse after filing a small claims action against a local restaurant and discovered this tableau. That is another story altogether, but once trapped in the bleak, marble-lined hallways, there are many opportunities to wait while the wheels of justice grind away. And grind they do. Here on the 6th floor, you can rest your weary self on the hard, unyielding bench, dispose of your sandwich wrapper, mail a letter and then make your way to the office to file whatever legal action brought you thence.
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Ugh. Another place where I lied my way out of jury duty.
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