Are You Judging Me?

This weekend I went to the Galveston Home and Garden Show. While looking in one of the booths I ran into a friend I had not seen in a long time. She introduced me to her sister and told her that I was a judge.  The vendor of the booth was listening to our conversation. After my friend left I asked the vendor about some of her products.

The vendor was a young woman. She seemd nice but a bit nervous as she answered my questions. Finally she asked me if I was really a judge. I told her I was. Then she asked me, "'Are you judging me now?'

I realized that she thought I was judging the vendor  booths for the show. She was quite relieved when I explained to her that I was a real judge and worked in a courtroom.

Comments

[Vince Leibowitz]

That is hilarious, and I have a story that goes in just the opposite direction. When I worked in the newspaper business, I was asked, along with other newspaper editors, to judge a county-wide quilt show and pick the "Media's Choice" or something like that.

As I was walking around looking at the quilts, a very elderly woman came up to me and introduced herself to me. Instead of telling her "I'm with (the newspaper)," I told her, "I'm a judge here today," to which she replied, "well you look awfully young to be a judge. How long have you been a lawyer?" This was about 8 years ago.

Oh, those were the days.