Still chuckling

I just received this missive from my father that I'm passing along. I just love the way my parents do things together and support one another in so many of life's circumstances.

Hi Y'all:
Mother wanted me to pass on the exuberances of this a.m.
She had been selected for jury duty starting today so we promptly arrived at the court house around 9:00 a.m., went through the detector looking for hidden weapons and then upstairs to the jury room where we watched a film, watched several different people (i.e. court stenographer, a couple sherif deputies, the prosecution and the defense along with some young chap in a nice suit) under surviellance by a female deputy that was short, squat, and built very substantially.

"All Rise!" was the command as the honorable Peter Craft* entered the room. He made some announcements, explained what the rules wre for the court decorum and then called the first twelve potential jurors for examination.

Questions like:
State your name and pertinent information as to what you do, if employed.
How do you feel about drinking and driving?
How do you feel about sentencing and finding someone guilty?

Several answered how they were feeling, what experience they had with alcohol etc.
Out of twelve juriors, nine stayed and the rest were excused.

The second batch entered and they got pretty well cleaned out.
The third batch entered and then the fun began again. The judge would call each one by name and then start out asking questions.

"Elvira Coolan?" Elvira answered "ELVIRA COWLAN"
"Tell us a little bit about yourself, Mrs. Cowlan"
"I'm Elvira Cowlan, housewife, and have been married to the same man for 55 yrs."

The judge: "Well, I've been married for 48 years, but what my wife doesn't know,...well" ...with some snickers from the courtroom.

Your heroine said "My husband is a good man and is sitting right over there. I left my job at the Bushwick Savings Bank in Brooklyn, N.Y. and since then we have raised 4 children." [ooooh! I just know she was seething when she said this!]

Judge: Well, that seems commendible. And tell us Mrs. Cowlan what is your opinion of alcohol and driving?"

My Heroine: "I am a teetotaler and I believe 'If you commit the crime...you should pay the time' unless you have someone in high places, then you can go Scott free."

JUDGE: "Well, I believe we won't need you Mrs. Cowlan. You're excused."

WOW! I was proud of her. And we walked out. Mother didn't want to be in that horrid old jury room anyway. [What was significant about that and the judge is that his son was involved in a drunk accident several years ago in which one of my former students and her sister were killed for failure to stop at a light, and drunk to boot.]

With that, we left, "free at last..Free at last, Thank God I'm free at last."

*Names changed