Chagrin

Yesterday we picked a jury before noon. By then my client and I had rebounded a bit from the morning's news that our co-defendant had flipped and was going to testify for the state; we sat with our backs to him as he changed his plea. By the time the pool was seated, we had our smiles back in place. Voir dire was all smiles from the potential jurors: we were connecting, we shared a few tales, we had a few laughs. The jury was chosen, and I took a bathroom break before opening statements.

That was the first time I saw the quite-obvious booger in my nostril.