I had to go to Night Court this week. It was an experience. Most of the people were there for the same reason I was: speeding in a construction zone. Officers had set a series of speed traps along the Katy Freeway and apparently nabbed dozens of us.
There was also a little boy there who was charged with stealing. The judge looked at him sternly and asked him if he understood why it was such a bad thing to steal. She then questioned his father quite loudly about their finances and ended up giving them a court-appointed attorney to represent them at trial.
Then this little teeny elderly couple was called up to approach the bench. All I could think about was this: