Both hands were too full to carry anything, so I fished out the seldom-used shoulder strap and attached it, slinging it over one shoulder while toting with the other. Step by step, I finally made it to the Jingzhou courthouse security checkpoint.
Whether going to file a lawsuit or attend court, one must pass through security.
Glancing at the security guard by the door, Old Tang spoke up, "Big brother, do me a solid and help me get this bag through security, I truly can't lug it anymore."
The tall, long-armed security guard laughed heartily and replied, "No problem!"
When he went to lift it, the bag didn't budge, and it nearly knocked him over.
"What on earth did you pack in here?" the guard asked, clearly baffled.
"Lawsuit materials, as a lawyer, it makes perfect sense that I'd bring a slightly... substantial amount of them to court, right?"
Slightly substantial?
The security guard looked sympathetically toward the filing office and then said, "Hey, someone give me a hand!"
