Two More Words
Harold had to give up his weekly bridge game to show up in court for a minor traffic ticket—just a rolling stop at a quiet intersection.
He sat on those hard benches for hours, watching case after case, growing more annoyed with each passing minute.
Finally, just before closing, his name was called. He stood, shuffled to the front, and then the judge announced the case would be postponed until the next day.
Frustrated, Harold blurted out, “What? For what?”
The judge, clearly at the end of his rope too, barked, “That’ll be twenty dollars for contempt of court—that’s what for!”
Harold calmly reached for his wallet.
“No need to pay now,” the judge added.
“Oh, I know,” Harold said. “I’m just checking if I’ve got enough for two more words.”
