Today was the third time I showed up to court expecting to testify and got sent home.
Since I don't have balls, per se, I can't say I know what Blue Balls might feel like. But, I imagine it's like being brought to the edge of a cliff with every expectation of making what might be the most satisfying jump of one's life, and then, AT THE VERY LAST SECOND, being told to climb back down.
Turns out Tugboat was "The Best Plaintiff Witness" our lawyer has ever put on the stand. There were tears, both on his part and on the parts of the court reporter, the court officer and jurors #1 and alternate #2. There was obvious physical discomfort (exhibiting his injuries in real-life). There was tension during the cross (Tugboat got a little fresh with the defense attorney, but that's a different post).
It seems he might have scared just enough of their pants off to bring up the offer.
The official offer comes tomorrow. If it's what they say it will be, we will accept.