a written judgment that flits from disgust to mockery, exasperation to sarcasm, and occasionally rises to glee at the pathetic human foibles on judicial display . . .
"During this trial, truth was only an occasional visitor," Mr. Justice Joseph W. Quinn wrote. "If the [lottery] ticket were a child and the parties vying for custody, I would find them both unfit and bring in Family and Children's Services."
. . . Mr. Miller did not work, having left or lost a number of general labour jobs because he "did not like them," found them "way too physical," could not get a ride, or because "it was winter."
. . .They also met a woman at Wendy's whom Mr. Carley called his "girlfriend," but whose name he could not spell, and who was forced to wait outside in the parking lot as Mr. Carley ate a hamburger in the car.
"Did I mention it was February?" the judge quipped . . .
It occurred to me a long time ago, watching PM Mulroney in Question Period, that being a lawyer gives you some practise in making your adversary sound stupid. That's what's on display here, I think.
And no, the judge ruled, they had not entered into an agreement to split the winnings.
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