In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, an elderly woman, to the stand. He asked, “Mrs. Jones, do you know me?”
“Why yes, I do know you,” she replied. “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 are 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 lawyers was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room to the defense attorney and asked, “Do you know him?”
“Why yes, I do,” was the reply. “I’ve known him since he was a youngster, too. He’s lazy, bigoted, and 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 sank into his chair as the jurors gasped.
The judge asked both attorneys to approach the bench and glared at them.
“If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me,” the judge in a quiet voice, “I’ll send you both to the electric chair.”