Are you certain that you want to say that?”Marjorie: “That girl is a wild animal who knows what those people are capable of?”Mark: “Well, Chole had emergency surgery two weeks prior to the incident, on her right side, and still cannot lift that arm past shoulder level, no thanks to you. Marjorie, you said in your sworn statement that Chole held you up against the wall with her right arm. My lawyer, Mark, said, “So you say that my client threw Marjorie over the hood of her own car and held her against a wall with her right arm, correct?”The prosecutor said, “That's what Marjorie told me.”Mark: “Marjorie, how tall are you?”Marjorie: “5'10”Mark: Chole, how tall are you?Me: “5'3"Mark: “Marjorie, you are a big woman, easily close to 200 pounds, while Chole weighs 92 pounds, so how could she throw you?Prosecutor: “That's not important.”Mark: “I disagree. We went over all of the evidence, and he agreed to come with me for the second court date.So, at the next date, the prosecutor called me back to a private room, before going into the courtroom, again trying to force me to drop the charges, but still wanted me for assault. I agreed to an estimate, but I was going to get my own estimate as well.My sister used to work as a legal secretary, and she took me to one of her old bosses. Wasn't she supposed to help me?The judge wanted me to let the perp have my car fixed (she broke a window and keyed the door) by some unlicensed guy, whom she had treated when he was in school. She refused to allow them to be admitted. Marjorie (the perp) is a pillar of the community, and is the child psychologist for the county, so I'd think real hard over this (let's not forget that I had been the victim here).”I did point out that I had brought a witness (the waiter), as well as notarized affidavits from several people who were in the restaurant at the time, and CCTV footage from the restaurant, too.
The prosecutor said, “You are 22, you work as a hairdresser, and you live with your parents. I'll come back to that.At my first court appearance, the prosecutor took me into a room and wanted me to drop the charges against this woman. She tried to have me arrested for assault, saying that I threw her against her car.
She followed me in, kicked the chair out from under me, and kicked the crap out of me while screaming, “Do you know who I am?” Luckily, one of the waiters got her license plate number.I had eight broken ribs, a fractured cheekbone, and she had ruptured all of my stitches from my gallbladder surgery that I’d had two weeks prior. I made my turn, without ever noticing her, as there weren't very many cars on the road, and went into a restaurant to pick up my dad's dinner. Long story short, I was in a left-turn-only lane the perp was in the right-turn-only lane, and she wanted to go left. I had been the victim of a road rage incident when I was in my 20s.