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Guilty Of Not Doing The Reading

, , , , | Legal | April 30, 2020

My mother is a prosecutor working for the UK Crime & Prosecution service. On this particular occasion, the person on trial is a “Freeman-On-The-Land,” a person who claims that no English law save “common law” is valid. These people often produce documents which they claim trump statute law.

This particular defendant is pleading “not guilty” on the basis of his own law code. He’s presenting evidence that follows the strange rules of the FOTL. Unfortunately for him, my mother does her research.

Lawyer: “The defendant would like to present a signed affidavit.”

The lawyer hands it to my mother, who gives it a look.

Mum: “Sorry, I can’t accept this.”

Defendant: “Why not?!”

Mum: “Well, that’s not robins-egg blue paper, is it? And this signature is definitely not your own blood. It’s not valid.”

There is a pause. The defendant and the lawyer have a quick chat.

Lawyer: “My client would like to change his plea to guilty. He knows when he’s beat!”

Teenage Drug Dealers Can’t Afford To Be Touchy

, , , , , | Legal | April 26, 2020

I’m a police officer in a small town with a lot of wealthy individuals. I have just finished breaking up a drug deal and have arrested a fifteen-year-old dealer with eight grams of cocaine and we’re waiting for his father to show up.

Kid: “Man, you better let me go. My dad’s a lawyer and there’s no way you have a case.”

Officer: “Listen, kid, just wait for your dad to show up before you say something stupid. Now, turn around if you want those cuffs off.”

The officer goes to uncuff the kid who suddenly violently breaks off.

Kid: “What the f***?! Get your hands off my balls!”

Me: “He didn’t even touch you yet.”

Kid: “Oh, yeah? Well, who’s the judge gonna believe? You two idiots or my dad?” 

Me: “I’m pretty sure they’ll believe that camera.”

I point to one at the end of the hall pointed at him.

Me: “Or that one.”

I point to one literally just above him.

Kid: “Well, f*** you! You’re nothing but a bunch of podunk pigs!”

It took another thirty minutes for his father to show up, the little drug dealer screaming and cursing the whole while. Luckily, his dad didn’t see it as such a clear-cut case of innocence and took a plea deal forcing his son into a house arrest with rehab and weekly drug tests, as well as freezing access to his trust fund. He also apologized to the department and said if his son ever ended up here again, he would cut him out of the family will.

Controlling The Scammers So They Don’t Control You

, , , | Legal | April 24, 2020

I’m a software engineer and often work at home for the quiet. I’m stuck on a problem, so when a scammer calls, I decide to break the boredom. My keyboard is a MS Sidewinder which has a bunch of extra “macro” keys down the left. 

Caller: “Hello, sir, I am from technical support. Our report says your computer has many viruses.”

Usually, I do the “Which computer?” thing, as I have a few, but…

Me: “Oh, that sounds bad.”

Caller: “Yes, sir. We can show you the errors on your computer if you follow my instructions.”

This is usually where they get you to open Event Viewer, which always has lots of errors.

Me: “Okay. What do I do? I’m not very technical. “

Caller: “Sir, please press the Windows key.”

Me: “Which key is that?”

Caller: “Sir, on your keyboard, do you see a ‘control’ key?” 

Me: “Yes, I do.”

In fact, with this keyboard, I see two.

Caller: “Okay, sir, next to the ‘control’ key, do you see a key with four squares on it?” 

Me: “No.”

Caller: “Sir, what is the key on the bottom left of your keyboard?”

Me: “It says, ‘S6.’”

Remember, I said it had extra keys. The caller is silent.

Me: “Are you still there? I’m worried about these viruses.”

Caller: “Sir, can you tell me what key is beside the ‘control’ key on the left of your keyboard?”

Me: “Ah, I see your problem. I must have an odd keyboard, as the ‘control’ key is on the right of my keyboard. It’s got a little box with four lines in it on one side and an arrow key on the other.” 

Caller: “Sir, I am transferring you to my supervisor.”

Supervisor: “Sir, what is next to your ‘control’ key?”

Me: “Listen, I don’t want to sound critical or get her in trouble, but I don’t think your colleague is well trained. She kept telling me to look for the ‘control’ key on the left of my keyboard when it’s on the right. Do you think I have a non-standard keyboard?”

We then do the dance around the bottom left and my macro keys again. 

Supervisor: “Sir, I need you to look at the ‘control’ key on the left of your keyboard.”

Me: “How many times? I am looking at my keyboard right now and I can see the ‘control’ key on the right.”

Supervisor: “Sir, is there another ‘control’ key on the left?” 

Me: “Oooh, so there is. I feel terrible now. Will you apologize to your colleague for me, please? Do you think I upset her?”

The supervisor has a bit of tension in his voice now.

Supervisor: “She’s fine. Now, sir, what key is beside the ‘control’ key? 

Me: “Oh, I see it. Is that the four squares key the lady talked about?” 

Supervisor: “Yes, sir. Now can you please press that key?”

Me: “Okay, it’s come up with a menu thing.”

Supervisor: “Okay, sir, please type in the search bar.” 

Me: *Interrupting* “What search bar?”

I have a customized menu because I work in IT and we’re awkward like that.

Supervisor: “Sir, what do you see on that menu?”

Me: “Umm, email, [Programming Tool], Chrome, uh… Excel.”

Supervisor: “Sir, can you hold down the Windows key and press R?”

Me: “Okay. Oh, something came up.”

Supervisor: “Sir, in that window can you type the following—”

Me: “Do you want me to type ‘eventvwr’ to bring up the event viewer console, or ‘cmd’ to do an ‘ipconfig /all’ to get my IP address?”

Supervisor: “What?”

Me: “Sorry, have to get back to work now. Try to find an honest way of living. By the way, I was a software engineer for IBM for fifteen years. Bye.”

I may have missed some rehashes of finding the key, but for twenty minutes they broke my boredom and weren’t suckering someone else. Plus, when I got back to work, the break let me realize I’d been looking at the problem wrong.

Policy Exists For A Reason

, , , , | Legal | April 22, 2020

I am a trainee for a well-known book retailer. It is company policy not to change notes. Three women walk into the store.

Woman #1: “Hi. I like your hair! I work just down the street and was hoping you could change £200 into £10 notes.”

She gets out £200 in fake £20 notes.

Me: “I’m afraid I can’t do that. Besides, we don’t even have £200 in our tills.”

[Woman #1] thumbs through her “money.”

Woman #1: “Okay, what about £100?”

Me: “No.”

Coworker: “I’m afraid we can’t do that at all.”

Woman #1: “Okay.”

The next day, I was informed by my manager that after the women left our store, they drove up to one of our sister stores in the next town and pulled the same trick, but this time they got their money.

A Nauseating Lack Of Logic

, , , , | Legal | April 20, 2020

I’m a nurse, working with inmates that are detoxing from drugs and/or alcohol. This particular inmate is a pregnant female with very noticeable track marks from intravenous drug use on both her neck and arms. We have deputies that stand next to us at all times when passing out medications.

An inmate shows her identification wristband. I pour the patient’s medications — vitamins and anti-nausea — into her med cup.

Inmate: “What’s this s*** you’re giving me?!  I ain’t taking this crap! I ain’t going to take anything that’s gonna hurt my baby!! Y’all are trying to kill my baby!”

The deputy and I look at each other and then back at the inmate.

Deputy: “You’re in here because you’re shooting yourself up with illegal drugs, while pregnant, and you think this nurse is trying to kill you by giving you prenatal vitamins? Yeah, that makes sense. Your choice on taking the vitamins or not, but stop wasting the nurse’s time and go sit down.”

Me: *To the deputy* “You are my favorite person ever.”

The sad thing is, I get inmates like this at least once or twice a month.