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Otto thinks about jail
My grandson, Otto, recently had an outing with his other grandmother – Nana. As they drove down the street, the ever-observant Otto noticed a parked police car, facing traffic, with a radar gun pointed at oncoming cars.
Otto: That policeman was pointing a gun at us.
Nana: That was a radar gun, so he could find out if someone is speeding.
Otto: What would he do?
Nana: He might give the person speeding a ticket.
Long silence…
Otto: Then what would happen?
Nana: They might have to go to jail.
Another long silence…
Otto: What is jail?
Nana: It is a place you go until the judge sees you in court.
Very long silence…
Otto: Is it the same as a hotel room with a fruit basket?
Obviously Otto has stayed in nice hotels…