“She touched the thermostat, judge!” you cry weakly. To your surprise, the divorce court magistrate does not immediately burst out in laughter at your explanation of your request for an end to matrimonial bliss.
Instead, she turns and gives a stern look to your soon-to-be ex-wife.
“Ma’am, is this true?” the judge asks the worst thing that ever happened to you. “Did you touch the thermostat?”
“Damn right, I did,” she says defiantly. “It was cold.”
“Well, Mrs. Anderson,” the judge says, nodding gravely, “this is a very serious accusation. With your admission, I’m afraid we’re going to have to put someone in jail over this.”
A wicked smile creeps across your face as your wife tells the judge to “do what you have to do.”
“I will, Mrs. Anderson, don’t you worry. Bailiff? Put Mr. Anderson in city jail for 30 days for contempt of court. Mr. Anderson, never appear in my courtroom without a legitimate reason again.”