In a trial, a Southern small-town 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.”
(I’m standing in a fairly short queue when a businessman walks in, pushes straight to the front and starts dictating his order to the 20-something year old cashier.)
Cashier: “I’m afraid you’re going to have to go to the back of the queue, sir.”
Business man: “I have an important meeting shortly. You must serve me now!”
Cashier: “Yeah, the longer you stand there, the later you’re going to be. Back of the queue.”
Business man: “Do you have any idea who I am?”
Cashier:”Nope. Now shut up and go to the back of the queue.”
Business man: “How dare you talk to me like that?! Get me your manager now!”
(The cashier sighs heavily, walks into the back, comes out with an older woman in tow and nods her towards the businessman, then disappears back into the back.)
Manager:”What seems to be the problem, sir?”
Business man:”That boy was incredibly rude to me! I demand you ﬁre him immediately!”
Manager: “I’m afraid I don’t have the authority to do that, but if you want I can get the owner for you.
Business man:”Bah! Fine, but I expect to be compensated for having to go through all of this trouble!”
Manager: “I’m sure you can discuss that with him, Sir.
(She then walks into the back, then comes out again with the now grinning cashier.)
Business man:”What’s the meaning of this? I said I wanted to talk to the owner!”
Cashier: “Like I said, yo.”
(The businessman silently gapes for a few seconds, then walks out stammering threats about having his head and closing the shop down.)
Manager: “Why do you always have to involve me?”
Cashier: “I just love the look on their stupid little faces when they ﬁnd out I own this joint.”
(The manager rolls her eyes and walks into back.)
Cashier: ”I love this job. What can I get you?