Overheard in the Courthouse elevator:
Me: (standing there in a black nondescript suit)
Other Girl Roughly My Age: (gets into the elevator, also in a black nondescript suit)
Lady In A Hot Pink Skirt Suit: (bursting into the elevator, out of breath) "Oh, hi there.... um.... let's see... third floor.... right.... (pushes button)
Me: (standing there quietly)
Pink Lady, In an Overly Loud Voice: "You know, you can always spot the family lawyer in the room!" (Gestures to me and Other Girl in our black suits) "Dark suit, dark suit, and here I am in my bright pink!"
Me: (stupefied, and also curious, because prior to this moment I was unaware of this unspoken rule of courtroom attire.)
Other Girl: "I just haven't found a pink suit that fits me right yet!"
Me: (Rats, that was a good response. Trying to think of something equally witty. Nothing's coming to mind. Smile and nod.)
Pink Lady: "Ha ha! Well, see ya!" (scurries out of the elevator, almost dropping an enormous file folder on the way out.)
Apparently, I have chosen the less interesting field of practice. Or at least the less colorful.
Off to buy a pink suit and buck tradition.
(Also, what the heck is this enormous horse head sculpture, and why is it on the sidewalk by my apartment? I don't get it. Does that make me less artsy?)