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I was in court a few years ago and during a break I started shooting the shjt with a uniformed cop who was there for his own ugly divorce motion. It was hot and I told him how heavy and uncomfortable my wool robes were and he said he was wearing 30 pounds of crap. He pulled a clip from his belt and gave it to me to show that it was heavy and just one of a jillion things he had to carry. I spent a week worrying that he would kill his wife and leave a gun with no prints, except mine on the clip.
T- “You may call me.... Tiffany” K- “Tiffany huh.... that’s a... pretty masculine name...” T- “Shouldn’t be, it’s a woman’s name” K- “... ok I don’t know how to talk to you...”