And I bet the drink was a lemonade instead of Coca Cola.
Sounds like grounds for appeal!
Not letting go of that alibi placing you thousands of miles away several minutes before, during, and after the crime, are you? The jury saw it differently. Get over it.
When the Complaints office opens in the morning, you can file a report.
Neither one of them is kosher.
You got the Unhappy Meal, jailbird!
Oh well. C’est la vie. In Murica anyway.