The Judge came out one Sunday morning with a couple who wanted to get married. He commandeered everybody with a guitar to come in the store to play the Wedding March. The Lead guitar picker in the bunch I was hanging with sort of bowed up until the Judge reminded him of a hot check he had in his desk for a probation fee.
The Picker had the last laugh, though since as soon as the Judge pronounced them married, he cut loose on that Jimmy Buffet song...” Why don’t we get drunk and screw”.
