I have a fabulous friend. Her name, for purposes of this blog, is Fury Berlin. This is an email that Ms. Berlin sent to me describing her morning at the courthouse.
"So I go in today on a status for one of the partners (same case that I got sent to where I showed up for “status” and plaintiff’s counsel was there for trial). Again, this does not go well. And the entire time I have two cups of coffee and a Diet Dr. Pepper filling up my bladder. I walk into the bathroom and the two end stalls are empty. The middle stall has an old homeless-looking lady in it…taking a VERY loud dump…while singing “He’s got the whole world in his hand”…with the DOOR OPEN. She stops singing when I walk in and says “hello” to me. I’m not sure how to react – do I stay and finally empty my bladder or do I jet out of there before things get stranger. I stay (I’m desperate). She moves onto “This little light of mine”. I’m washing my hands and I can feel her watching me. I’m trying to keep my bag on my shoulder while holding my jacket and scarf in between my legs. Crazy lady tells me not to put my stuff on the floor because that’s how people contract the bird flu. I finally leave."
Thank you, Fury, for reminding us all that life as an attorney sure is fancy.
Hey other lawyers: Feel free to email me stories of your glamorous life as an attorney, and I'll post them if they're funny. Ideally the story will involve homeless, crazy, or naked people.