My daily commute takes me past the Baltimore City Courthouse right around the time potential jurors need to queue up out front to go through the vetting process. Often, as I’m sitting at one of the lights in front, I’ll see buttoned-up lawyers dragging carts loaded with file boxes of papers, nervous-looking plaintiffs accompanied by family members, or news crews set up under the shadow of double-parked media vans. Today, however, I was amused by the sight of two young women in Daisy Dukes and tightly tied t-shirts advertising a bail bonds service, attempting to cross the street in platform heels. They clacked their way onto the sidewalk, up the stairs, and entered the courthouse, on their mission of mercy, trailing behind a conservatively dressed woman (who I assume is the one who hands out business cards).

Capitalism at its finest, no?