It was the late 1990s. I had hair, and still cared if judges yelled at me.
I concluded there was only one sensible course of action.
I had to get Judge Nameless to yell at me as much, or preferably more, than at the DFPD.
In fact, in all humility, I think it would be fair to say I had rather a knack for it.
The DFPD came over to me during a break. "I know what you're doing," she hissed.
And SHE started to step it up more.
Judges yell. Attorneys get yelled at. Use it for your client if you can. /fin