The  well-dressed, gray-haired woman was crying her eyes out. She had just been fined  $100 by the judge because a month ago her dog made a mess on the front lawn of  the courthouse. 
“I just got  out of the cab and I leashed Poopsie to the light pole. After I paid the fare  and gave the driver a dollar tip, I turned around and saw that Poopsie had made  a mess. I didn’t have any plastic bags, so I said, ‘Well, Poopsie, let’s go  home. There’s nothing I can do about this now.’ 
“We were  just starting home when I heard this voice out of nowhere: ‘Excuse me, ma’am. Is  that your dog?’ I turned around. It was an officer of the law. Well, of course,  it was my dog. ‘That dog just made an illegal deposit on the courthouse lawn. As  its owner, it’s your responsibility to dispose of that deposit. See the sign  over there? I’m going to have to write you a citation.’ 
“I asked  him what sign he was talking about. He pointed all the way down to the end of  the block. One little sign, a block away! How could anyone see that? I couldn’t  see that sign with my best opera glasses. The officer said that I could fight  the ticket. He said the judge was a nice old man who owned four dogs. So I said,  ‘OK, thank you, I’ll fight the ticket.’ 
“So when I  went to court, I dressed Poopsie up in his prettiest ribbons and made extra sure  he did his business first. We were both so excited. I just knew the judge and  Poopsie would hit it off. 
“But do you  know what happened when we got inside? They had a different judge, a judge who  is allergic to dogs, and he immediately started sniffling, coughing, sneezing,  and looking around. And then he yelled at me to get the dog out of the  courtroom. He fined me $100 on the way out without even giving me a chance to  talk about Poopsie’s chronic dyspepsia. It was terrible! I’m still upset.”  
 
 
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