Friday, April 11, 2014

Sven, a clean, straight forward real life story...

A Minnesota farmer named *Sven* had a motor vehicle accident and claimed an injury. His truck and trailer were hit by a big truck rig owned by the Ajax Company.

In court, the Ajax Company's hot-shot attorney questioned him thus:
"Didn't you say to the state trooper at the scene of the accident, 'I'm just fine?"

Sven responded: "Vell, I'lla tell you vat happened 'dere. I'd yust loaded my fav'rit cow, Bessie, into da'. . ."

..."I didn't ask for any details," the lawyer abruptly interrupted. 

"Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm just fine'?!"

Sven answered, "Vell, I'd yust got Bessie into da' trailer and I vas drivin' down da road..."


The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Objection, Your Honor! The witness is non-responsive. I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on scene that he was 'just fine'.


Now, several months after the accident, he's trying to claim he was injured and wants to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell the witness to simply answer the question, Your Honor."


By this time the Judge was fairly interested in Sven's answer and said to the attorney: "I'd like to hear a bit more about what he has to say about his favorite cow, Bessie. Overruled for now. Go ahead, sir."


Sven said: "T'ank you judge," and proceeded. "Vell as I vas saying, I had yust loaded Bessie, my fav'rit cow, into da' trailer and was drivin' her down da' road vin dis huge Ajax truck and trailer came t'undering tru a stop sign and hit me trailer right in da side, by golly! I was trown into one ditch and Bessie was trown into da *udder* ditch.


"By yimminy yahosaphat! I vas hurt purty durn bad, and didn't want to move. An even vurse dan dat, I could hear old Bessie a moanin' and a groanin'. I knew she vas in terrible pain yust by her groans.


"Shortly after da accident, a policeman on a motorbike turned up. He could hear Bessie a moanin' and a groanin' too, so he vent over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his pistol and shot her, right between 'da eyes, by yimminy! Den da policeman came across da road,smokin' gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, 'How you feelin fella?'


"Now wot da heck vud you say?!"



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