In a trial, a small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly elderly woman, to the stand.
He approached her and asked,
“Mrs. Jones, do you know me?”
The woman looked at him carefully.
“Yes, I do,” she replied.
“I’ve known you since you were a little boy.”
The attorney smiled proudly.
“That’s wonderful. Do you know that I’m the prosecutor in this case?”
“Yes, I know that too.”
“And do you know that I’m one of the best lawyers in town?”
The woman smiled.
“Yes, I know that as well.”
The attorney was delighted.
He turned toward the jury and proudly continued,
“Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?”
The woman looked across the courtroom.
“Yes, I do.”
“Have you known him for long?”
“Since he was a child too.”
The attorney smiled.
“Then surely you know what kind of person he is?”
The woman nodded.
“Yes, I do.”
“And what do you think of him?”
The woman paused.
“He’s a good man.”
The prosecutor looked disappointed.
Then he asked,
“Mrs. Jones, surely you must agree that he isn’t nearly as good a lawyer as I am?”
The courtroom became silent.
The woman looked at both lawyers.
Then she smiled and said,
“Actually, I don’t know which one is better.”
“Why not?” the prosecutor asked.
“Because I can’t remember which one of you was my doctor.”
The courtroom erupted in laughter.
The judge had to bang his gavel to restore order.
