We had worked really hard to prepare for the court date on this particular case. The file was organized and complete, the defense was optimistic, the attorney was ready, and the client had been prepped—or so we thought. The Defendant entered the courthouse dressed relatively nicely in a clean, long-sleeved shirt (he wasn’t wearing a T-shirt or showing off his tattoo sleeves, so that was good). He sat waiting for his turn, appearing pretty calm and humbled. His name was called. He and the attorney took their stance before the judge, and the attorney began to present his case. All was going well—until the Defendant’s cell phone began to ring. The whole courtroom sat stunned. Adding insult to injury, the ringtone sang out “Bad to the Bone. B-b-b-b-b-bad.” I’ll say!