My heart began to beat rapidly as I took the witness stand. As the prosecutor approached me, my mind went blank and I was transported back to the night of the accident—to the ghastly site of two tray buggies colliding into each other, to the horrendous aftermath of Swedish meatballs and lingonberries strewn about cashiers and innocent bystanders. The fate of two men, one with a sprained ankle and one with a stubbed toe, was now in my hands.
The lawyer's thundering voice brought me back to the courtroom. "Did my client, Bernardo M. Myslinski, as he pushed his double-decker tray buggy to the cash register, wanting nothing more than to rest his feet and enjoy a peaceful meal of baked salmon with vegetable medallions after navigating the seemingly endless corridors of the showroom floor...Did my client, a hard-working father of two, have right of tray as he departed the food counter and headed toward the cash register station when the defendant—who, if I may remind the ladies and gentleman of the jury, was pushing an uninsured tray buggy and texting while driving, as some witnesses have attested—came careening out of the ordering line from in front of the dessert display to sideswipe my client?"
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