After a much needed rest, we were back in the courtroom at 9:00 the next morning. There was only one problem. Mr. Finch was missing. Everyone waited patiently for five minutes. It was then that we heard some commotion coming from the hallway. “Everyone remain in their seats please,” I said as I got up and went to check out what was going on.
Peeking my head out of the courtroom, I was astonished to find Mr. Finch at the security checkpoint … in his underwear!
As I was trying to figure out what in the world he might be doing, Mr. Finch bellowed, “If you are going to make me take everything off anyway, I figured I shouldn’t even bother showing up to court in clothes!”
As I approached, I could see the security guards looking back and forth at each other, unsure of what to do.
“What’s going on?” I asked Mr. Finch.
“The security is out of control!” Mr. Finch roared. “I am a respected attorney and I should not be treated like a criminal!”
“I think you might be slightly overreacting,” I calmly replied. “Everyone goes through security at the courthouse and they don’t require people to do so in their underwear.”
“Well…um…I guess I…um…,” mumbled Mr. Finch as he sheepishly looked down at his Christmas themed underwear that flashed red and green lights every time he moved. “Maybe I should have worn my superhero underwear instead. That would have been much less embarrassing.”
“I expect to see you in the courtroom in a few moments fully dressed!” I demanded.
“Yes, Your Honor,” replied Mr. Finch.
“By the way, nice underwear,” I said as I turned to go back to the courtroom. “I should try to find some like that for Milo.”