being judgmental

you're so judgmental,

i tell my friend

Betty

while we

sit in a restaurant, staring

at a menu.

she's a circuit court judge

in town.

well, that's my

job,

she says.

i carefully listen to both

sides of the story

and determine

by facts, not emotion

or political persuasion if

the perp is guilty or not

guilty.

and then i hand down my

ruling.

i'm rarely ever wrong.

so what do you see on the menu

that you

want to eat, my judicial friend?

hmmmm.

she says.

i can't decide.

do the cooks here

vote on the left

or right?

right.

oh no, well,

we can always go somewhere else.