Weighing up need for ‘unfairly’ confiscated scales

LONG-time drug user and regular visitor to our courts was back in the Toowoomba Magistrates Court this week on a minor charge of possessing a small amount of marijuana.

Well known to the magistrate, the lad pleaded guilty and was handed a fine.

However, he complained to the magistrate that the police in the raid of his home had also taken a small set of scales which police took on the suspicion the scales were used to weight illicit substances.

There being no charge associated to the scales the chap was entitled to have them returned.

“Scales? What do you wanted scales for?” the magistrate shot back.

“Well, I could need them to weigh gold ... or diamonds,” the defendant said with serious face.

The magistrate erupted into a burst of laughter, as did most of the court, but our man maintained his stance on the potential use of the weighing utensil.

“Don’t see what’s so funny,” he said as he retreated from the court.

Postal dilemma

TOOWOOMBA lass had just got out of the shower and was heading through the kitchen when she heard a knock at the door.

Unfortunately the house had a glass-wooden door and there was no way to escape into the bedroom to grab something to put on.

Taking a peak, she could see an Australian Post delivery man and she hesitated about what to do as she knew her husband was waiting on a parcel.

She could wait until he left, but risk not being able to pick up the parcel until possibly Monday as it was Friday morning. Or just answer the door in her towel.

She decided on the later and lucky the delivery man was a gentleman and did not seem fazed at all.

Turns out it was all for nothing as the registered post was simply a development application in her neighbourhood.

Kids these days

A WOMAN in the car park of a Plainlands service centre was rather concerned to see what appeared to be smoke pouring out from under the bonnet of a small car.

The young lass who owned it happened along looking clearly distressed, so the older woman asked her to pop the bonnet because she was worried it would burst into flames.

“Um, how do I do that?” the young lass asked.

The older woman, still keen to help, was suddenly unsurprised the lass had found herself in such dire mechanical straits.