Slowly we begin drifting outside to join the throng. Leaning against cars, we stare at the firing line of television cameras aimed at the elevator doors. We discuss Simpson's legal representation. One reporter, walking outside to mail a birthday letter to his grandmother, runs into yet another cameraman guarding the front door. We've got four cameras here in all.
Time passes with no sight of the former football great.
We grow bored out of our skulls. Upstairs Simpson feels our pain. But I'm sure a lot of you feel it was a waste of time hanging around outside all day. When he finally does descend into the scrum of cameras, he doesn't even bother to speak. Then he leaves.