Girl Watching at the Courthouse

"I'm a girl watcher,
I'm a girl watcher,
Watching' girls go by,
My, my, my...

I'm a girl watcher,
I'm a girl watcher,
Here comes one now..."

- Wayne Pittman


I arrived back at the courthouse before the bailiff was back from lunch today, so I had to wait in the hall outside for a few minutes. I'm looking out the third floor window, down at the people entering the courthouse.

There's Lynn, one of the girls on our jury, looking good in her white slacks and knit top, standing out front finishing a conversation on her cell phone. She's a hottie, if I were single and a few years younger...

George, a senior citizen on our jury, interrupts my reverie: "Admiring the view?"

"Just girl watching." I respond.

We're both looking down, checking out a sexy looking dark skinned woman in tight slacks and a revealing gold and black floral print blouse. (The kind of outfit my wife would say looked "trashy".) She's below us, outside the door finishing a cigarette.

"I've been married fourteen years, but I still like to look." I comment to George.

"I was married thirty nine years, my wife's passed away now. I still like to look too, even though I'm too old to do anything." he replies.

George asks me if I've seen the HBO series, "Mind of the Married Man". We start talking about the show for a while, then mid-sentence George stops, nods his head towards the door below and says "Get a load of that."

I look down, a tanned, perfect figured woman in a tight low-cut sun dress and platform heels (I would describe her as a "Brazilian Beauty") is approaching the courthouse entrance.

"It's a good thing they can't tell what we're thinking." George comments.

The Bailiff arrives, opens the door to the Courthouse, and we all file in. I hold the door open for Lynn: "After you..."

She smiles, walks in ahead of me. I follow, admiring the view.

Yeah, it is a good thing they can't tell what we're thinking. (Although I bet they could probably guess.)