At this time of year, when the holiday spirit abounds and inspires man to overcome all differences in philosophy, lifestyle, and personal history, it’s really nice of people to think of me and take that extra step.

2 minutes ago, a sheriff here on overtime from his academy-trainer regular position stepped into my courtroom and whispered (we’re in the midst of a criminal trial, he’s not just being creepy), “I thought of you last weekend.”
I asked, “How come?” and then answered my own question as we both said simultaneously, “The UCLA game.” “I know, I know,” I said, admitting defeat, “it should’ve been called the USC game because UCLA may as well have not been there.”
“Yeah, they need to substitute-in UCLA with a high school team,” he said, right before he said “Nice seein’ ya” and walked out.