I took the deposition today of a 45 year old recovering drug addict millionaire. As a friend pointed out, she is like a white trash version of will smith in pursuit of Happyness. I never saw the movie, I dont watch anything that far fetched, I mean, seriously, someone who looks like will smith could have shelter through any number of sexual acts (and he is black, but I am not racist).
The deposition started off well. The lady couldnt remember when she got married or how old her kids were. She did remember that she was a convicted felon who lika da opiates. Depositions are fun because you get to lead the person down a path with innocent sounding questsions that eventually corner her into an answer she does not want to give.
The other fun part is figuring the nicest way to ask very obnoxious questions. I know some attorneys dont bother with this, they just bluntly ask questions and dont worry what the individual thinks, but I figure if I am going to be talking to this lady all day, I should save my Indianness until the end of the day or if she avoids too many of my questions.
So, this one worked out well, I got all the relevant information that makes our case a slam dunk. Now I hand the case over to my boss who will find a way to lose it.
The opposing attorney amazed me today. It is like he doesnt understand that their whole case is barred by a statute of limitations. He allowed his client to answer, ya, there was no written contract and I waited 4 years to file this lawsuit without at least trying to object or coach her away from ruining her case seems like something I would do, not something an attorney who has been around for 35 years would do.
Oh well, back to slacking off at work and making fun of indians.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Asian Roommate
I blame my asian roommate for my car being broken into last night. Three cars were parked outside our home and two of them had their windows smashed in. The asian with her Acura did not get broken into. Using my logic, I think the asian broke into my car. Maybe it was because I called her a bad driver or blamed her when the Wii controllers stopped working, whatever it was, vandalizing my car was uncalled for.
So, it probably wasnt her, but whoever it was decided that they wnated only the GPS and nothing else. Nice sunglasses, still sitting on the seat. Title to my car, still in the glove compartment. ATM Card still by the ciggarette lighter.
So, it probably wasnt her, but whoever it was decided that they wnated only the GPS and nothing else. Nice sunglasses, still sitting on the seat. Title to my car, still in the glove compartment. ATM Card still by the ciggarette lighter.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
another group to hate
I have learned something about myself. My racism or any other -isms comes from being surrouded by certain races or orientations.
I had all gay roommates in college, I hate gays. I lived in DC, I hate black people. I live in San Fran, cant stand the asians, I went ot school with jews, anger to the yids, soon when I move back to florida, no me gusta el hispanicos.
There is on story, this just sort of corresponds to my last post, go back to bangalore.
I had all gay roommates in college, I hate gays. I lived in DC, I hate black people. I live in San Fran, cant stand the asians, I went ot school with jews, anger to the yids, soon when I move back to florida, no me gusta el hispanicos.
There is on story, this just sort of corresponds to my last post, go back to bangalore.
Monday, November 12, 2007
dumb vegas story
I was in vegas two weekends ago and now I hate indians. It follows. Dot not feather, feather can dance and bring me rain, dot can go to hell.
Friday, October 26, 2007
crap, people may start reading this again
Now that I am finally relinked to thinking fool's blog the likelihood of readership has infinitely gone up. Now, some indian wont be the only one periodically reading it and making fun of me for being a jew. Ya, move back to Bangalore or to Oregon or something already, HATE.
The next two weekends promise to be fun and exciting. Tomorrow night we will be carving pumpkins while drinking; what could go wrong?
The weekend after that: VEGAS BABY! Sad, when I go to vegas the excitement is confined to the poker room and the sportsbook. I have heard they have clubs there and sunshine, but I have been to vegas half a dozen times and never seen either.
The next two weekends promise to be fun and exciting. Tomorrow night we will be carving pumpkins while drinking; what could go wrong?
The weekend after that: VEGAS BABY! Sad, when I go to vegas the excitement is confined to the poker room and the sportsbook. I have heard they have clubs there and sunshine, but I have been to vegas half a dozen times and never seen either.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I am an athlete
I am an athlete. My Corporate league team where I play the vital role as last player off the bench, won our second game in a row last night. We outlasted a team of asians; I think Phillipinos, the mexicans of aisa, by two points.
What I lack in skill I make up for with my inadequate athleticism.
In this game, their best shooter met his match. He was an overweight phillimexican with awkward facial hair. He rarely moved from his position behind the three point arc. We play similar games, except that my facial hair looks sexy.
What I lack in skill I make up for with my inadequate athleticism.
In this game, their best shooter met his match. He was an overweight phillimexican with awkward facial hair. He rarely moved from his position behind the three point arc. We play similar games, except that my facial hair looks sexy.
Friday, October 19, 2007
DJ Hazard
DJ Hazard is one of my favorite comedians. I saw him a number of times in Boston and then at the Borgata over spring break not too long ago. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=77027341. At the Borgata he got a crowd of retiree aged people to join him in a chorus of "untie my ankles in the morning."
He has a bit that I have sort of adopted as a part of my every day interaction with strangers.
A stranger walks up to you and asks for directions, you eagerly give them wrong directions and if they dont thank you, you let them go on their way, but if they thank you, then you stop them and say, yes, you have passed the test, here is the correct way to complete your journey.
So, now, when someone asks me for directions, where the bank is, where the bathroom is, why the line is long, why is he peeing on me, whever anyone asks a question that is not a requirement for me to answer, I just lie or tell them I dont work here.
This of course doesnt work out so well in dealing with clients, but they tenderly point out that, yes, you do work here and yes you shouldnt lie to us or yes we will report you to the bar association.
He has a bit that I have sort of adopted as a part of my every day interaction with strangers.
A stranger walks up to you and asks for directions, you eagerly give them wrong directions and if they dont thank you, you let them go on their way, but if they thank you, then you stop them and say, yes, you have passed the test, here is the correct way to complete your journey.
So, now, when someone asks me for directions, where the bank is, where the bathroom is, why the line is long, why is he peeing on me, whever anyone asks a question that is not a requirement for me to answer, I just lie or tell them I dont work here.
This of course doesnt work out so well in dealing with clients, but they tenderly point out that, yes, you do work here and yes you shouldnt lie to us or yes we will report you to the bar association.
Monday, October 15, 2007
First Trial
I had my first solo trial last week. I won, sort of, so that's good. That's not the point though. I found out the morning of the trial that opposing counsel was sleeping with his client.
Let me paint that picture for you; attorney, early 50s, 5'9, balding with remaining white hair, glasses, face apt to turn red. The client is not an ugly woman, but she is a roundish early 40s female with three kids she has yet to recover from, the oldest of which is 20.
I had a dilemma, do I confront the other attorney? Do I bring it up to the judge? Is it relevant? In this state you are allowed to sleep with your clients as long as it does not effect how you represnt them, do I point out to the judge the effect the representation had from his interest in the client?
I was cross-examining the woman. I showed her a picture of her house and three cars. Two of which were hers, the third was the attorney's, I feigned not being aware of this fact.
Attorney: Whose Green SUV is that?
Witness: Opposing's.
Attorney: How often is Opposing's car parked in your driveway?
Witness: Two or three times a week.
Attorney: Is Opposing a renter?
Witness: No, Opposingis Mr. Counsel.
Judge: Wait, who is Mr. Opposing Counsel?
Witness: Mr. Opposing Counsel, Opposing, you know, him, the guy sitting there with the glasses.
Judge glares at opposing counsel, I stay quiet for a good minute.
Attorney: Mr. Opposing counsel, this guy right here, parks there two or three times a week?
Witeness: Yes.
I wish I had gone on and asked, so what, you have him stay at your house two or three times a week? what for? Arent you worried about keeping your kids up? I mean, your daughter, she's 16, sort of hot, I mean in a jail bait kind of way, dont you worry? I mean he is an attorney, sort of a leach on society, I mean if he is sleeping with one of his clients, why not bang the daughter to? Of course, I didnt, I am an ethical individual.
Then I moved on to another topic; it was fun to at least embarrass opposing counsel a litlte bit. I mean, seriously, if you are using the fact that you represent someone to get some loving, you probably should just give up. I probably should have continued to harp on it and then ask the judge to not allow opposing counsel to continue his representation, but it is really not smart to piss off attorneys whose father's are judges and who have been practicing for 30 years on a case that deals with such a small outcome for the client.
Let me paint that picture for you; attorney, early 50s, 5'9, balding with remaining white hair, glasses, face apt to turn red. The client is not an ugly woman, but she is a roundish early 40s female with three kids she has yet to recover from, the oldest of which is 20.
I had a dilemma, do I confront the other attorney? Do I bring it up to the judge? Is it relevant? In this state you are allowed to sleep with your clients as long as it does not effect how you represnt them, do I point out to the judge the effect the representation had from his interest in the client?
I was cross-examining the woman. I showed her a picture of her house and three cars. Two of which were hers, the third was the attorney's, I feigned not being aware of this fact.
Attorney: Whose Green SUV is that?
Witness: Opposing's.
Attorney: How often is Opposing's car parked in your driveway?
Witness: Two or three times a week.
Attorney: Is Opposing a renter?
Witness: No, Opposingis Mr. Counsel.
Judge: Wait, who is Mr. Opposing Counsel?
Witness: Mr. Opposing Counsel, Opposing, you know, him, the guy sitting there with the glasses.
Judge glares at opposing counsel, I stay quiet for a good minute.
Attorney: Mr. Opposing counsel, this guy right here, parks there two or three times a week?
Witeness: Yes.
I wish I had gone on and asked, so what, you have him stay at your house two or three times a week? what for? Arent you worried about keeping your kids up? I mean, your daughter, she's 16, sort of hot, I mean in a jail bait kind of way, dont you worry? I mean he is an attorney, sort of a leach on society, I mean if he is sleeping with one of his clients, why not bang the daughter to? Of course, I didnt, I am an ethical individual.
Then I moved on to another topic; it was fun to at least embarrass opposing counsel a litlte bit. I mean, seriously, if you are using the fact that you represent someone to get some loving, you probably should just give up. I probably should have continued to harp on it and then ask the judge to not allow opposing counsel to continue his representation, but it is really not smart to piss off attorneys whose father's are judges and who have been practicing for 30 years on a case that deals with such a small outcome for the client.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Jew Days
Sorry if I offended or upset you in the last year. It was your fault, but I still feel bad. Please do not hesitate to let me know what I have done this year to offend, upset or dissappoint, unless of course you are asian.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Free the Juice
What aweful luck OJ has. First, he gets accused of a double homicide, goes through a lengthy trial that destroys his reputation and costs him a good deal of money only to be found innocent. Then, a jury that obviously knew nothing about the fit of isotoners made him pay 30 something more million dollars to a man's family who he clearly did not kill since a court of law did not find him guilty of killing anyone.
Then he fails in his quest to find the killers of his ex-wife and the guy whose family he now owes millions of dollars too. Every golf course, casino and strip club in the country was searched and still nothing.
Now, he is going to jail for a robbery of sports memorabilia in a vegas hotel room, that obviously he had no part in. Evidence of audio of him threatening individuals with weapons and a posse is as useful as DNA evidence on a red dyed glove.
He has to be the most unlucky man ever.
Then he fails in his quest to find the killers of his ex-wife and the guy whose family he now owes millions of dollars too. Every golf course, casino and strip club in the country was searched and still nothing.
Now, he is going to jail for a robbery of sports memorabilia in a vegas hotel room, that obviously he had no part in. Evidence of audio of him threatening individuals with weapons and a posse is as useful as DNA evidence on a red dyed glove.
He has to be the most unlucky man ever.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Lessons from a Senator
Senator Larry Craig is in a bit of trouble these days. He attempted to get some lovin' in a minneapolis airport bathroom stall. The partner he wanted to tango with happened to be an officer on a sting. Hilarity has ensued.
People are caught up in the notion that there is a problem with his anti-gay stance but very gay wants. As we thought when we were 14 and everyone thought being gay was awful, whoever was loudest about hating the gays usually was the gay.
The real benefit of this story is what we have learned about soliciting sex in a bathroom stall. CNN reported that "the officer says that he was in a stall adjacent to Senator Craig's stall, Senator Craig made some tapping gestures with his foot, and then rammed his hand under the bottom of the stall." CNN went on to explain that this is how you get the attention of your lewd sex partner.
Now, I have to think back to every time I have been in a public restroom and just thought the person next to me was anxious and wanted some more toilet paper.
I also wonder if when you are soliciting lewd conduct in a public restroom whether or not it is bad form to actually take a poop and if you do take the poop how do you communicate that, yes, you want lewd gay sex, but you need your partner to wait a few moments while you wipe yourself.
People are caught up in the notion that there is a problem with his anti-gay stance but very gay wants. As we thought when we were 14 and everyone thought being gay was awful, whoever was loudest about hating the gays usually was the gay.
The real benefit of this story is what we have learned about soliciting sex in a bathroom stall. CNN reported that "the officer says that he was in a stall adjacent to Senator Craig's stall, Senator Craig made some tapping gestures with his foot, and then rammed his hand under the bottom of the stall." CNN went on to explain that this is how you get the attention of your lewd sex partner.
Now, I have to think back to every time I have been in a public restroom and just thought the person next to me was anxious and wanted some more toilet paper.
I also wonder if when you are soliciting lewd conduct in a public restroom whether or not it is bad form to actually take a poop and if you do take the poop how do you communicate that, yes, you want lewd gay sex, but you need your partner to wait a few moments while you wipe yourself.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Bar Exam Part 2
I had the wonderful opportunity a month ago to take my second bar exam. I have decided to turn this into an annual thing and will be taking a third state's bar exam in '08 unless of course I failed Florida and then I will be returning to the greater Tampa Bay area and retaking that test.
The second time around was alot less nerve racking then the first. I hoped that I could make the first time experience for the people sitting near me in the bar exam and waiting in line around me far more interesting. I figured I wasnt well enough prepared to guaranty passing so I might as well try to bring others down to my level.
When I took the cali bar I had a nice older gentleman who was already practicing in Oregon tell me not to worry that there were alot of dumbasses in the room and that since I had found my seat on my own and dressed myself with very few flaws that I was very likely going to pass. It is a test of minimum competency, getting the top grade means you studied too much. His advice was helpful, that and studying for 4 weeks straight probably were the reasons I passed.
My advice to the first timers near me in Tampa was similar in that it came from a human's mouth. The guy in front of me in line was sweating profusely. I asked him why he was nervous, he tried to play it off that it was hot, I pointed out that I am not a physical specimen and am a jew so therefore I sweat pretty much at the first sign of humidity, movement or spicy food. I told him that in the state he was in he had no chance of passing. That people far smarter then him had failed the test and really he should consider another career field. Unfortunately the guy in front of him overheard my comments laughed and then corrected me, hatred. The guy in front of him was a dwarfish jewish man and filled me with hate, I hope he failed miserably. I dont care how the sweaty kid did, if the bar screws with him that much I dont know what chance he would have in a courtroom.
The man sitting next to me in the exam was a kind man in his early 30s taking his second bar exam as well. I tried to convince him the first essay was on professional responsibility but he didnt bite. So, I found a kid who used to go to my high school wandering the convention center and convinced him the property law question really dealt with easements and not conveyances. Since, allegedly I practice this type of law for money he had no choice but to believe me and to start to sob. I enjoyed his tears since I never really knew him 10 years ago and figured he must have been a stuckup brat like most the people at my private institution. His family makes cigars, cigars cause cancer, cancer causes death, he kills babies.
So, I hope the babykiller failed. I hope I passed.
Anyhow, I hope I passed the Florida Bar since I missed out on some fun trips and nights out to study for it; not counting the billable hours I missed accruing. It will be worth it in the end if I can reach the status of my mentor and be licensed in california and a second state but yet have no intention of ever practicing in the second state. That fool really is a hero to all of us.
The second time around was alot less nerve racking then the first. I hoped that I could make the first time experience for the people sitting near me in the bar exam and waiting in line around me far more interesting. I figured I wasnt well enough prepared to guaranty passing so I might as well try to bring others down to my level.
When I took the cali bar I had a nice older gentleman who was already practicing in Oregon tell me not to worry that there were alot of dumbasses in the room and that since I had found my seat on my own and dressed myself with very few flaws that I was very likely going to pass. It is a test of minimum competency, getting the top grade means you studied too much. His advice was helpful, that and studying for 4 weeks straight probably were the reasons I passed.
My advice to the first timers near me in Tampa was similar in that it came from a human's mouth. The guy in front of me in line was sweating profusely. I asked him why he was nervous, he tried to play it off that it was hot, I pointed out that I am not a physical specimen and am a jew so therefore I sweat pretty much at the first sign of humidity, movement or spicy food. I told him that in the state he was in he had no chance of passing. That people far smarter then him had failed the test and really he should consider another career field. Unfortunately the guy in front of him overheard my comments laughed and then corrected me, hatred. The guy in front of him was a dwarfish jewish man and filled me with hate, I hope he failed miserably. I dont care how the sweaty kid did, if the bar screws with him that much I dont know what chance he would have in a courtroom.
The man sitting next to me in the exam was a kind man in his early 30s taking his second bar exam as well. I tried to convince him the first essay was on professional responsibility but he didnt bite. So, I found a kid who used to go to my high school wandering the convention center and convinced him the property law question really dealt with easements and not conveyances. Since, allegedly I practice this type of law for money he had no choice but to believe me and to start to sob. I enjoyed his tears since I never really knew him 10 years ago and figured he must have been a stuckup brat like most the people at my private institution. His family makes cigars, cigars cause cancer, cancer causes death, he kills babies.
So, I hope the babykiller failed. I hope I passed.
Anyhow, I hope I passed the Florida Bar since I missed out on some fun trips and nights out to study for it; not counting the billable hours I missed accruing. It will be worth it in the end if I can reach the status of my mentor and be licensed in california and a second state but yet have no intention of ever practicing in the second state. That fool really is a hero to all of us.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Politics to a 10 Year Old
I rarely have the opportunity to spend quality time with 10 year olds, no, I am not on a sexual predator list. My path just does not normally cross with the kiddies.
Recently, I had the opportunity to have a heart to heart with a lovely 10 year old girl, I am sure she told me her name, but it didnt matter to me, so let's call her Emily. somehow, Emily and I got to talking about politics, dont worry, there were other adults, or at least people in their 20's present.
Emily: My parents are voting for Hillary.
Pretty: Why's that?
Emily: We're democrats, I love Hillary.
Pretty: You know Hillary hates ice cream.
Emily: no way.
Pretty: It's true, she wants to outlaw icecream for children.
Emily: That's terrible, I hate her.
Pretty: Giuliani loves ice cream. Giuliani wants to give it to every little girl named Emily.
Emily: I love Julie Anni. I'm voting for her.
Pretty: You're 10, you cant vote.
Emily: Oh no! I hope I dont lose ice cream.
Emily went on to creatively curse Hillary, sort of like a hateful muppet, I think she threatened some sort of violence at one point, these kids today are aweful. I should help with Julie's campaign.
Recently, I had the opportunity to have a heart to heart with a lovely 10 year old girl, I am sure she told me her name, but it didnt matter to me, so let's call her Emily. somehow, Emily and I got to talking about politics, dont worry, there were other adults, or at least people in their 20's present.
Emily: My parents are voting for Hillary.
Pretty: Why's that?
Emily: We're democrats, I love Hillary.
Pretty: You know Hillary hates ice cream.
Emily: no way.
Pretty: It's true, she wants to outlaw icecream for children.
Emily: That's terrible, I hate her.
Pretty: Giuliani loves ice cream. Giuliani wants to give it to every little girl named Emily.
Emily: I love Julie Anni. I'm voting for her.
Pretty: You're 10, you cant vote.
Emily: Oh no! I hope I dont lose ice cream.
Emily went on to creatively curse Hillary, sort of like a hateful muppet, I think she threatened some sort of violence at one point, these kids today are aweful. I should help with Julie's campaign.
Vegas Lawyering
I am heading to vegas for work next week. Is it unprofessional to stay up the entire night before giving a deposition to play poker? If not, should I play downtown in some tournaments or just take up residence at one of the rooms on the strip? Life is full of difficult decisions. I guess I should work in prepping for the depo at some point in the trip. Re-raise.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
jewy wedding
I went to a lovely wedding over the past weekend. I am a big fan of the groom and think the bride will provide him with beautiful male children.
The problem with the wedding is that I did not have the opportunity to approve the guest list. I had not seen some of these people since high school. I know since high school I have matured and gotten fatter. I know that I am very little like the kid who couldnt wait to leave the preppy prison I had endured. So, my assumption was that these people had also evolved.
After a dinner friday night, a few of us took the groom to be to a fancy desesrt place, ordered some nice wine and hung out.
One of the guys who I had disliked since I was 12 joined us.
Groom's brother: always funny to kill a kitten
pretty: the microwave is great for that.
groom's friend: you could do the same with a dog.
pretty: you are heartless, how could you kill a dog?
ass: did you hear about the guy who microwaved his baby.
pretty: are you making a joke?
ass: no, this really happened, I saw it on the news.
pretty: (dumbfounded look) what's wrong with you?
later on.
groom's friend: So, ass, what do you do?
ass: I supervise RA's
pretty: so you are still in college?
ass: no, I live in the dorm and help with life in the dorms.
pretty: oh, that's cool, so you get to take advantage of the freshman girls and boys.
ass: no, I would get fired if I tried anything with the freshman girls.
pretty: or boys
groom's brother: they're over 18, cmon ass, dont shy away from the only way you are going to get some.
ass: I like my job, it isnt worth it for some little girl.
pretty: or boy.
ass: anyways, I am dating a lovely girl
pretty: or boy
groom's brother: ya, she seemed nice
pretty: she seemed like she ate a nice girl.
ass: cmon, thats mean, I am not good looking and I really cant do much better.
pretty: ya, I can see that. you really cant get a girl.
groom: or boy.
The problem with the wedding is that I did not have the opportunity to approve the guest list. I had not seen some of these people since high school. I know since high school I have matured and gotten fatter. I know that I am very little like the kid who couldnt wait to leave the preppy prison I had endured. So, my assumption was that these people had also evolved.
After a dinner friday night, a few of us took the groom to be to a fancy desesrt place, ordered some nice wine and hung out.
One of the guys who I had disliked since I was 12 joined us.
Groom's brother: always funny to kill a kitten
pretty: the microwave is great for that.
groom's friend: you could do the same with a dog.
pretty: you are heartless, how could you kill a dog?
ass: did you hear about the guy who microwaved his baby.
pretty: are you making a joke?
ass: no, this really happened, I saw it on the news.
pretty: (dumbfounded look) what's wrong with you?
later on.
groom's friend: So, ass, what do you do?
ass: I supervise RA's
pretty: so you are still in college?
ass: no, I live in the dorm and help with life in the dorms.
pretty: oh, that's cool, so you get to take advantage of the freshman girls and boys.
ass: no, I would get fired if I tried anything with the freshman girls.
pretty: or boys
groom's brother: they're over 18, cmon ass, dont shy away from the only way you are going to get some.
ass: I like my job, it isnt worth it for some little girl.
pretty: or boy.
ass: anyways, I am dating a lovely girl
pretty: or boy
groom's brother: ya, she seemed nice
pretty: she seemed like she ate a nice girl.
ass: cmon, thats mean, I am not good looking and I really cant do much better.
pretty: ya, I can see that. you really cant get a girl.
groom: or boy.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
first blog
As a young and dashingly handsome attorney I have run into a common theme when confronting older, more experienced, less attractive attorneys. That theme is, they have been practicing law a good deal longer. This is relevant because they therefore know alot more then I do. They really enjoy pointing this fact out during any conversation you have with them.
A normal conversation with these attorneys goes something like this:
me "your client has violated the contract, specific performance is required in this case involving real property." (I sound very intelligent and use big lawyer words like "case")
old attorney "No, read what is written, (reads back a portion of the contract)"
me "Exactly, there is a contract and your client violated it."
old attorney "dont interrupt me, I have been working in this field for over 30 years and I would not take this case if I were you."
me "I appreciate your advice, but your client is in the wrong, we should mediate to save our clients money and time"
old attorney "fine, we can mediate, but now that you mention it, my client had a reason to withdraw from the contract. I did not mention this before because I have 30 years of experience."
Today the judge got into the act and told the opposing attorney how good he was and how honest he was just as the attorney was mischaracterizing a conversation I had had with him.
Luckily for me I can always fall back on my looks.
A normal conversation with these attorneys goes something like this:
me "your client has violated the contract, specific performance is required in this case involving real property." (I sound very intelligent and use big lawyer words like "case")
old attorney "No, read what is written, (reads back a portion of the contract)"
me "Exactly, there is a contract and your client violated it."
old attorney "dont interrupt me, I have been working in this field for over 30 years and I would not take this case if I were you."
me "I appreciate your advice, but your client is in the wrong, we should mediate to save our clients money and time"
old attorney "fine, we can mediate, but now that you mention it, my client had a reason to withdraw from the contract. I did not mention this before because I have 30 years of experience."
Today the judge got into the act and told the opposing attorney how good he was and how honest he was just as the attorney was mischaracterizing a conversation I had had with him.
Luckily for me I can always fall back on my looks.
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