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.”