The Right Question At The Wrong Time To The Wrong Person.

After all the fuss and excitement, the hooos and the haaas and the dust of optimism and uncertainties have settled after our 12th General Election, I would like to share a light moment of tickle with you. This was sent to me by a friend in Herbalife and it did bring laughter to my rather tired soul.


Lawyers should never ask a grandma a question if they
aren't prepared for the answer.

In a trial, a Southern small-town (in The USA), prosecuting attorney called his
first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He
approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She
responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you
since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment
to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and
talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when
you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything
more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.'

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed
across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense
attorney?'

She again replied, ' Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he
was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking
problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his
law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention
he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was
your wife. Yes, I know him.'

The defense attorney nearly died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very
quiet voice, said,
'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both
to the electric chair.'