There was a boy who grew up in San Francisco and he absolutely loved watching the street cars going up and down the streets.

His goal, when he grew up was to eventually drive those things. Before he even graduated high school, he applied to the street car driving school. He got accepted and once he graduated high school he headed off to training. After months of classes and tests, he was off to his first day of work as an apprentice. After a month of supervised driving, he was off on his own.

He was loving the job, every day he would go into work with a huge smile on his face. One day, a couple of his friends saw him driving and started yelling his name. He was waving to his friends when his car ran down a kid. Unfortunately, it was the son of a diplomat.

A trial was held. He was distraught. The judge looked at him very solemnly as he told him that because of international relations reasons, the death penalty was his punishment.

He was asked what he wanted for his final meal and he kept it to what he was consuming when he first saw one of the trolleys going down the street. A glass of lemonade and a chocolate chip cookie. He got a $1.50 lemonade and a $0.25 cookie. It was kind of a letdown, but cookies are never going to be really bad, just not quite good. He was led to the electric chair and strapped in. The power was set to low because California likes to save money and go green. The executioner flipped the power switch and literally nothing happened. The voltmeter said that it was working but he was simply sitting there in the chair.

Due to failed executions being seen as 'acts of god' he was let free.

Upon his release he went to his old boss and begged for his job back. His boss agreed, but there were a few conditions. He would be in a probationary period for the next six months and he would have to redo his apprenticeship. The man agreed to the terms and was back operating the trolley the following Monday.

He was almost through the probationary period without incident and was feeling pretty good about his place in life right now. Everything was going well until one day he ate one of his roommate's brownies before work. He had no idea it was a pot brownie. He started to feel the effects on the route over, but couldn't call off without getting fired from his dream job. He tried to play it cool. Kept low key until he was on his street car. A kid started playing Skrillex and he was no longer able to pay attention. He only snapped back to his senses seconds before he rammed a fire truck. Three fire fighters died in that accident.

He was back in court. The diplomat whose son was killed started breathing fire down the neck of the judge again, so he was sentenced to the death penalty again. He requested the same final meal. It was the same $1.50 lemonade and this time a $0.75 cookie. It was a decent cookie. He accepted his fate again. The electrical connections on the chair were checked and rechecked before he got strapped in. The executioner stepped up the power level to medium, flipped the switch and again, nothing happened. The voltage levels were all correct, but the dude was just sitting there. So, again he was let free.

This time, he didn't even try to get his job back. He just went and stole a trolley. A pack of girl scouts were crossing the street, so he floored it. Blood, guts and limbs flew everywhere. In the end, 5 died, 3 suffered permanent injury and 2 ended up needing major therapy.

The trial was quick this time. Malice of forethought, tons of witnesses, it was pretty clear cut that this dude should die for what he has done. Same final meal request. This time it was the same $1.50 lemonade, but it was a $5 cookie. This was the mac daddy of all chocolate chip cookies. He casually strolled to the electric chair, got strapped in. The executioner turned the power as high as it can go and flipped the switch. A few sparks flew from the high voltage, but again, the guy was unscathed.

The executioner who was fed up with this dude still being alive asked "Okay, I've tried to kill you three times and literally nothing has happened. What the hell gives?" To which he replied, "Well, I never really was a good conductor."