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Judge Harris squinted as he looked at the clock, it said a quarter till seven. He knew he needed to leave now if he was going to make it to court on time.

He grabbed his keys and headed for the front door.

He took one last look around the living room and thought to himself, I know I forgot something. He stood there for a minute and then said, “Oh well, whatever it is I can live without it.”

When he got to his car he fumbled with the keys to find the right one, “Why is this so hard?” Finally he got the right one to open the door.

When he backed out of the driveway he looked both ways, then gunned it. As soon as his back tires hit the street he heard loud screeching, he looked in his mirror, but didn’t see anything.

He put the car in drive and sped off at 40 miles an hour in the 25 mile an hour zone. Zooming through a stop sign without even a tap on his brakes.

Once he got to the courthouse, he looked at his watch up close and realized he was going to be late, so he ran up the stairs and grabbed his robe and walked very regally to his courtroom.

He noticed everyone seemed to be looking in his direction, at least he thought they were.

When he entered the courtroom, everyone was told to rise, there was awkward silence and then the Security Guard approached and whispered in his ear.

Judge Harris said, “Now I know what I forgot” and slipped his prescription glasses from off the top of his head and could clearly see he had grabbed his bathrobe. He couldn’t help but laugh.
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