October 07, 2007

Deadlines are a Keller

Much has been made out of Justice Sharon Keller's decision not to wait for the appeal of Michael Richards (not THAT Michael Richards) because she wanted to close the court at 5:00 sharp (here, here, here and here). Which is apparently the usual time they close, even when a man is set to be executed. I sometimes have to work until 10 or 11 at night and I keep my staff at the office until everything is wrapped up, especially at the end of the month. So, while I don't have a lot of sympathy for a judge who is soooo anal about closing shop on time, the whole this has started me thinking about two things

1) I shouldn't worry too much about my job and staying late. I mean, come on... if a Judge thinks a person's life is less important than getting out of work on time, then maybe I'm taking the whole 'underwriting and closing loans so people can buy houses on time' thing too seriously.

2) Maybe Sharon had something important she needed to get to.

It's the second one that really brought it home for me. Maybe there WAS an important reason Sharon had to leave on time. Maybe we've all been a little too critical and we should look at what could have been going on with Sharon. Which leaves me wondering, what could Sharon have been running off to?

  • She needed to get home to cook dinner for the family - This one sounds terribly realistic. How many times have YOU disappointed your family by not being home to cook a healthy and wholesome meal for dinner? I know it happens to many of us, so I could see how this might be the case for Sharon. That is, I could see it until I remembered that awful eponymous drive-up her family runs on Northwest Highway in Dallas. If her cooking is anything like that, I'm sure her family stopped asking her to cook in 1982. Not so much with the home for dinner thing
  • She had an appointment for a haircut - I know what this is like. My time with Stylist is always precious and I hate being late for it. That's because Stylist has a wicked good sense of humor and gives me candy as well as a massage. I doubt Sharron's guy/gal is funny. Or has good candy. Or gives her a massage. However, I can understand her wanting to look good. But if that's the case, why does her hair look like ass? Even in her horrible campaign pics? Nah, I don't think Sharron really cares about looking good.
  • Sharron had a very important happy hour - Actually, this one would pull me out of work as well so calling this out would be a bit like poop telling vomit it stinks.
  • 2 for 1 burgers at Huts?
  • Oh, hell, there are any number of excuses we can think up to cover for Sharon. However, none of them are as good as the one reason she should have kept the court open... it was the right thing to do. Regardless of guilt or innocence, you don't refuse to hear an appeal in a death penalty case. EVER.

    Posted by mcblogger at October 7, 2007 01:05 PM

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