People think my judge is a strict fuddy-duddy. But they’re not around when he says goodbye to me every evening, each time in a different way. “I’m off like a thief in the night.” “All right, the lazy people are goin’. See ya.” Today, it was

Judge: *door opening, poking his head in* All right, you’re not gonna have the ol’ judge to kick around anymore.
Me: *wailing* What’m I gonna do all evening, then?
Judge: *heartlessly* I don’t know. Get a soccer ball.

Fun, fun. As I sit here at my desk and divorce people.