"Why did you quit your job?" his Honor asked.
Now the teamster had already explained how his job had quit him, and the question took him aback.
"Your Honor," he began confusedly, "isn't that a funny question to ask?"
"Thirty days more for quitting your job," said his Honor, and the court was closed. That was the outcome. The teamster got sixty days all together, while the rest of us got thirty days.
We were taken down below, locked up, and given breakfast. It was a pretty good breakfast, as prison breakfasts go, and it was the best I was to get for a month to come.