A sodomy joke to an audience of ex-cons wouldn't have produced a more uncomfortable silence....
All I did was ask for a cup of tea.
Five of us were crammed into the waiting room of the Barrister's chambers.
One of the two receptionists had enquired if anybody would like tea/coffee.
Only one taker, me.
Not because I was the client, & a cup of tea would (microscopically) help mitigate the several thousand dollars the meeting was about to cost. Just that I thought in the circumstances the more caffiene in me the better, and it would keep my hands occupied.
To the inevitable supplementary question: "How would you like it?"
I had answered, in time honoured fashion:
"Same way as my girls please, black & sweet"
.....It seemed nobody present had heard it put this way before.
The girl going for the tea was paused in mid-step.
My solicitor, an athletic fresh graduate from a legal family, supposedly a macho "blokey" type, blew his cover by saying "It's okay, he's from the country"
(Implication: "Don't blame me for this, my client is a backward hick and doesn't know any better)
Never one to take condescension very well, & mindful of the maze of coffee carts etc we had to negotiate to get into the building, I said out loud to nobody in particular:
"As opposed to city boys, who go down to the street & pay for it"
Now there was a silence in the room.
One of the older expert witnesses, clearly a chap who'd had some field experience in his life, suppressed a smile.
The rest of them were as if a broomstick has been used on them in place of a rectal thermometer.
Victory was mine! (And this in a room full of people whose profession was thinking on their feet in a courtroom)