I accompanied my roommate while she ran a couple of bureaucratic errands the other day.
For company and moral support. Lots of taking numbers, sitting and waiting to be called, then more sitting. In the traditionally uncomfortable office stack chairs.
And I’d not visited governmental facilities is many years, in fact, since I’d been a private investigator. And this day I visited two, one federal, one State.
I’d forgotten, having been acclimated to the intrusion of airport searches, sobriety checkpoints et al, of the government building rights intrusions.
The federal facility was a low-key satellite facility. An armed security guard looking into women’s purses and asking all visitors if they had guns, knives, etc. Didn’t seem concerned with flashlights. Did want my roomie’s kubaton teargas projector to not go into the facility – I took it out the the car, and locked it up with the guns and knives.
The State court facility was not the main courthouse. I expected it to be more Mayberry-esque.
Armed guards. I had to empty my pockets into a tray for x-ray, AND walk through a scanner. AND remove my belt!
After I successfully walked through, as I was re-dressing, I announced, “Fourth Amendment, Schmorth Amendment!” to no one in particular.
I’d considered asking to see their warrant prior to the process, but I really wanted to go inside and thought that might be thought of as
argumentative combative confrontational.