I Rest My Case

"Dave"

A man walks out into the street and manages to get
a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the
cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Dave."

"Who?"

"Dave Bronson. There's a guy who did everything
right. Like my coming along when you needed a cab.
It would have happened like that to Dave."

"There are always a few clouds over everybody."

"Not Dave. He was a terrific athlete. He could have
gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with
the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced
like a Broadway star."

"He was something, huh?"

"He had a memory like a trap. Could remember
everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which
fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me.
I change a fuse, I black out the whole neighborhood."

"No wonder you remember him."

"Well, I never actually met Dave."

"Then how do you know so much about him?"

"I married his widow."

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"I Rest My Case"

The courtroom was packed as testimony began
in the sentencing hearing of a woman convicted
of murdering her husband of 20 years by poisoning
his coffee.

The defense attorney knew he had his work cut out
for him in order to make his client appear more
sympathetic to the Judge, since she had been so
"matter-of-fact" about the whole thing all during the trial.

"Mrs. Roth," he began, "was there any point that
morning where you felt pity for your husband?"

"Well... yeah... I guess..." she replied.

"And when was that?" pressed the attorney.

"Well... when he asked for his third cup." she said.
Received on Sat Apr 28 08:42:21 2007