Stories from the District Attorney's Office Part Four

“No no no,” he told me as if it was perfectly obvious, “I have to go to the bathroom IN ORDER to get my IDs.”
I was completely taken aback, so I simply obliged and walked him to the bathroom. A few moments later he resurfaced with his IDs, though I told him to “just hang on to those.” I had no idea what to do so I did the noble thing and passed him off to one of my male coworkers. I had class! I had to go! Needless to say my coworker thanked me profusely the next day.

My last day at parole was not as eventful as some weeks, but it did include the following: One of our clients came in and when I sat him down for his interview he seemed extremely agitated. I managed to get him to start talking, and he finally explained in very rushed and tense tones that “My number one girlfriend told me yesterday that she was pregnant and then my number two girlfriend told me today that she’s pregnant too and I just stole a car and got caught and I need a job in order to pay for my babies and I don’t know what to do. What should I do?”
Needless to say I had some choice things to tell him, but refrained and simply talked him through till he had calmed down a little. But for the future, dearest darling, wrap it up and then narrow it down to just one girl. K? Cool. Oh yeah, and don't steal cars.

There are many, many other stories from the darling DA, but I’m already dragging this through four posts so enough is enough. I learned a lot and saw a lot and will certainly never forget the experience!