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Thursday, August 3

A private matter

It was a hot, hot summer day, and the old courthouse was just sweltering. The air was thick and stagnant, and the jury was having a hard time staying focused. In fact, one of the jurors fell asleep, just as the victim of the crime was being questioned by the prosecutor. "The defendant is accused of making obscene phone calls to your home," began the prosecutor. "Would you please tell the jury precisely what the defendant said when he called you?"

"I can't do that," she replied. "It was so crude and disgusting. I can't use language like that."

"Would it help to just write it down?"

So she wrote out every detail of what the obscene caller had said, and passed the note to the judge. The judge read the note. It was then passed to the prosecutor, the defense attorney, and finally to the jury. The sleeping juror was seated at the back corner of the jury box, and thus was the last to receive the note. He was awakened with a nudge from the attractive young juror seated next to him as she passed it to him. He read the note, gazed in awe at the woman, and read it again. He turned to her, smiling broadly, and winked. He then put the note into his pocket.

The judge demanded, "Please pass that note to the bailiff."

"But, Your Honour," protested the juror, "it is a private matter."

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