My friend hired a clone of Inspector Clouseau (of the Pink Panther movie made immortal by the genius acting of Peter Sellers) as her legal counsel. What made it so hilarious was that instead of cross-examining the opposing party, he cross-examined me in a tone that could be misconstrued as a direct assault instead of a defense. The judge was so visibly crossed that she stopped the proceedings. She signaled to our lawyer to approach the bench and in a booming voice asked, "What the hell are you doing? You were hired to speak for your clients, not prosecute them hello?"
Since we had prepared for the case, and the documents were all in order, my friend got her legal separation and church annulment. It was what we called a de kahon case, and therefore had no cause to worry or raise a fuss.
Outside the courts, I turned to my friend and said, "Where did you find this lawyer? Remind me to hire him if I want to lose a case."
No matter what, if you ever have the misfortune of appearing in court, choose your lawyers well, and dont get anyone from hell.
Unfortunately, there are plenty of them around, so you have to do your homework and sieve through the list like a fine-tooth comb and pray you dont clobber him before he stands tall to sum up your case.
Recently, a friend who is a frustrated defense lawyer, sent me the following funny incidents that happened in the august halls of the blindfolded lady holding the balanced scale of justice.
Was there a lapse in communication or were they serious about their questions and replies?
These are from a book called Disorder in the Court, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.
A: No, I just lie there.
A: July 15th.
Q: What year?
A: Every year.
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
A: Yes.
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something that youve forgotten?
A: Thirty-eight or 35, I cant remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.
A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Anna.
A: We both do.
Q: Voodoo?
A: We do.
Q: You do?
A: Yes, voodoo.
A: Yes.
Q: And what were you doing at that time?
A: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
A: Oral.
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.
A: No.
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for breathing?
A: No.
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
A: No.
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.