In a court in a small southern U.S. town, a prosecutor calls his first witness — an old grandmother — and begins the interrogation:

Miss Jones, do you know me?

I know you, Mr Williams. I knew you as a little boy and, frankly, you disappointed me very much. You lie, deceive your wife, manipulate people, and say ugliness behind their backs. You think you’re a big person because you don’t have enough brains to realize that you’re just a small bureaucrat.

The prosecutor is in shock. Not knowing what to do next, he points to the other end of the room and asks:

Mrs. Jones, do you know the lawyer?

Of course I know. I know Mr. Bradley from his young nails too. He is lazy, intolerant and has problems with alcohol. He can’t build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law firm is one of the worst in our state. Not to mention that he betrayed his wife with three different women. One of them is your wife. Yes, I know him.

The lawyer is neither alive nor dead.

The judge asks both lawyers to approach him and says quietly:

If any of you, idiots, ask her if she knows me, I will
I’ll put you both on the electric chair.