[I wrote this today in the L.A. Superior Court while waiting to be called for a juror panel.]

The Swimmer
This kid sitting across the aisle from me is gorgeous. Light tan, pink lips framing a small expressionless mouth. I thought he was too skinny, but he just shrugged off a jacket and revealed the sculpted arms of a swimmer: large veins threated over tight, tanned biceps. His expression, coming solely through his eyes, is one of perpetual surprise, which leads me to think (probably incorrectly) that he doesn't realize how cute he really is. But oh you are adorable, little Swimmer Jury Man.

The Schoolteacher
She just left someone a voicemail message using a "settle-down-kids" condescending, patronizing tone. She talked loudly into her phone and ended the message with "Mmm-bye." She's wearing Mom Jeans (they're actually khakis, but they have the de-sexualizing cut of the Mom Jeans). I believe she's grading papers. She's happy to be here, which makes me think she teaches in the public school system. An acquainance came over the speak with her earlier, and Teacher said to her "Well, I always think if I were on trial I'd want someone like me on the jury." So she's not lacking in the self-esteem department. She sits less than three inches from the Swimmer but takes no notice of his hotness. She eat a chocolate-covered energy bar and, between bites, stores it between her upper thighs.