Bailiff: “What you got?”He took the papers to the judge, and he came back.Bailiff: “It’s not one of the cases on mle, so we can’t do
it.”I went back down to the clerk’s office.Tiffany: “Can you make it so I can see the judge?”Clerk: “We’ll send your case up to the courtroom. But
you have to come back tomorrow.”I went through all that again the next day, and they were
still not paying attention to me.
But this time, I was prepared. I had brought a Walkman,
a magazine, chewing gum, a soda—all the stuĉ they say not
to have. Today, I was going to get their attention. ͳey
were not gonna ignore me.
So I was nipping the magazine, popping the bubblegum,
and drinking a soda, and the judge was trying not to notice.
Then all of a sudden, he kind of snaps:
Judge: “Who are you? What are you doing in my
courthouse?”Tiffany: “I’m Tiĉany Haddish. I’m here so you can sign
my papers.”