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Jumping Off a Moving Train

I had a pretrial conference this morning. I cut through one of the two courtrooms to the judges' chambers. Both judges, females, had the same last name. And the same first name. What the hell?

Then I froze my ass off on my way to a status conference in federal court because I didn’t realize how cold it was and didn't think about how long the walk was to the new building. And then I didn't make it through the metal detector. The U.S. Marshals manning the post couldn't find anything, and I didn't clue them in on the loose screws.

You see people jumping from trains in movies all the time, but how many times does it happen in real life. The story goes like this. As the train approached the station, he jumped. Why? Because his narcoleptic state lifted somewhat, and in that stuporous condition, he figured the train was pulling out and that he had missed his stop. So, he did what any reasonable loon would do. He jumped.

Here’s an idea. Be a stunt man in the movies. More chance of making money that way than filing a lawsuit