Albert was confused. He was sure that he had put on two black socks, but now that he stood in the clear 7 o'clock California sunlight, it was obvious that he was wrong. It would not have been an issue if it was not for the gap from shoe to cuff that was approximately 2 inches. The pants were an embarrassment, but it was all that he could find that would match his jacket, that was in itself snug, with little stress folds around the armpit. It would have to do for court.
The drive there was mostly uneventful. He stopped at McDonald's for breakfast, consisting of two apple pies and a medium black coffee. He ate as he drove, a bit of the apple filling dripping out on to his tie. At a stop light, he dabbed it out with a napkin soaked with a little coffee. Meanwhile, the light changed and the honda accord behind him honked. He hunched down and mashed the accelerator as the car roared past. The coffee slipped out his hand and exploded in the passenger floorboard, drenching the pile of wrappers, empty bags and diet mountain dew bottles.
In a moment of peculiar luck, he managed to find a parking place on the street. He weighed the potential for yet another ticket vs. the possibility that his case might be solved quickly. He could under no circumstances imagine his car booted, which it would be, with remarkable quickness.››
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