Freaky Tuesday

I'm sitting in court today doing the misdemeanor calendar thinkng, "Today is going to be like all the other Tuesdays. Well, like all the other Mondays-Fridays for that matter." The judge called up some defendant about some bench warrant. All of a sudden a different defendant from another case gets up from the audience and slowly makes his way over to defense counsel table. The baliff says to him, "Hey, where are you going." The defendant ignores the question and keeps walking. I'm thinking, "Okay, this guy is a little strange."


Next the defendant pulls out the chair that was neatly tucked under the defense counsel table, lifts it up and HURLS it at the white-haired, frail little judge and yells out, "You're not the judge, I'm the judge! I'm the king of the Jews!" The chair hits the judge's podium and misses the judge by inches only!


The chair is flying, I'm screaming, people are gasping, the bailiff is cuffing the defendant and requesting back up simultaneously, other deputies come rushing into the courtroom, and the defendant is taken into custody! It was a crazy morning.

A few minutes later I say, "Goodness, can anything else go wrong today?" And I kid you not, that is when we are shaken by a 5.8 earthquake! Again, people are gasping, running under doorways, holding onto pillars and bolting under tables.


East LA Courthouse, Department 2. Where it all went down.

Goodness sakes, Im afraid to ask, "Can anything else go wrong today?"