In a small Nebraska town, a court trial was underway, and the prosecutor called his first witness, an elderly grandma, to the stand. As she took her seat, the prosecutor approached her and asked, “Mrs. Williams, do you know who I am?”
The grandma’s response was nothing short of astonishing. “Of course, I know who you are, Mr. Rawley,” she said. “I’ve known you since you were a young boy, and I must say, I’m disappointed. Your behavior has been less than stellar, to say the least. You’ve been known to lie, cheat on your wife, and manipulate others. It’s a wonder you’ve made it this far in life.”
The prosecutor’s jaw dropped in shock, and he quickly tried to deflect the attention. He pointed across the room and asked, “Mrs. Williams, do you know who the defense attorney is?”
The grandma’s response was equally scathing. “Oh, yes, I know Mr. Carbuncle all too well,” she said. “He’s a lazy bigot with a drinking problem. He’s unable to maintain healthy relationships, and his skills as a lawyer are questionable at best. And if that’s not enough, he’s cheated on his wife with multiple women, one of whom happened to be your wife.”
The defense attorney looked like he had been punched in the gut, and the judge quickly intervened, calling both the prosecutor and defense attorney to approach the bench. In a hushed but frantic tone, the judge warned, “If either of you asks her if she knows who I am, you’ll both be spending the rest of your lives behind bars!”
