13-10-03, 23:14 | #1 |
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Subject: damned lawyers
> > > A defense attorney was cross-examining a Chicago police officer during a > felony trial -- it went like this: > > Q. Officer, did you see my client fleeing the scene? > A. No sir, but I subsequently observed a person matching the description > of the offender running several blocks away. > > Q. Officer, who provided this description? > A. The officer who responded to the scene. > > Q. A fellow officer provided the description of this so-called offender. > Do you trust your fellow officers? > A. Yes sir, with my life. > > Q. With your life? Let me ask you this then officer -- do you have a > locker room in the police station -- a room where you change your > clothes in preparation for your daily duties? > A. Yes sir, we do. > > Q. And do you have a locker in that room? > A. Yes sir, I do. > > Q. And do you have a lock on your locker? > A. Yes sir. > > Q. Now why is it, officer, if you trust your fellow officers with your > life, that you find it necessary to lock your > locker in a room you share with those same officers? > > A. You see sir, we share the building with a court complex, and > sometimes lawyers have been known to walk through that room. > > With that, the courtroom erupted in laughter, and a prompt recess was > called. |
13-10-03, 23:27 | #2 |
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Tazmine,
Who would admit it? I wanted to be a (nice) lawyer when I was younger, but then I grew up and realised it wasn't possible! I didn't even need much therapy - to stop me chasing ambulances! |
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