May 04, 2006 19:45
So I'm in the federal courthouse for the corruption trial of the former state schools superintendent. (I'll write more on this when my objectivity is no longer an issue.) In any case, I'm trying to inhale some oatmeal fruit bites (very good, actually) and slurp down a Coke with Lime during a 15-minute break given to us by an ultra-punctual judge.
For those of you who don't know or can't guess, there ain't a lot to do on the lower level of a federal courthouse. So I waltz over to the display on the marshal service's most wanted. Staring back at me are all the toughs, most of them with beards or askew hair or some such stereotypical criminal facial feature. There are also the alias: Li'l Dude. Mad.
And Tape.
Yes, one of these puportedly dangerous fugitives is nicknamed "Tape."
Now, one must wonder how a criminal gets the alias Tape. Did he use duct tape to tie down a kidnapping victim? Was he caught on tape discussing a murder? Or did he get a tape worm, cry in front of his criminal buddies, and never live it down?
Then, you realize that it's only a 15-minute break, and you've already devoted far too much time trying to figure out where some criminal got the nickname Tape.