The oldest partner in my law firm is 76. He is very kind and he laughs a lot and he once saw me pour non-dairy creamer on a grapefruit and didn't say anything about it. He wears moccasins to the office and calls me "kiddo." He has also, on multiple occasions, offered to bail me out of jail should the need ever arise.
Today, it was my job to collect signatures from attorneys in my firm, if those attorneys wanted to be re-authorized to visit clients at the county jail. The moccasin-wearer joked that at this point in his career, he probably wouldn't be found at the jail unless he was an involuntary guest. As I left his office I offered, as he has many times to me, to post his bail if that happened. He nodded slowly, looked to the side, and sat quietly for a moment.
"Don't worry about bail, kiddo. If I go in, it'll be for something big."
1.05.2010
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