The reason for the 'X' in the title is because there are oh so many reasons why I love my clients that I am not sure how long my list will get. I am confident that my list will grow, please feel free to make suggestions.
9. You believe ours is a relationship that will last forever. I must admit that I really love that about you. I love how you think that although I am not a 'real' lawyer, that I am, nevertheless, your life coach. You have a question about why the Department of Public Safety won't give you your driver's license back? Don't call them-call me. You want to know if your mama can just kick you out of her basement since you aren't paying rent, or does she have to legally evict you since you have your toothbrush in the bathroom? Reach out to yours truly. Somebody hit you and then just kept driving but you don't have insurance and now you don't know what to do because you need your car fixed? By all means, ring my phone. It's not like I'm busy. You need to know whose hiring? Don't bother the temporary services, employment agencies or the classifieds. Why would you do that when I so VERY clearly have the inside scoop on who is hiring, when and what it will take for them to hire you without you bothering to go there, fill out an application or speak with a manager. Can't find your social security card so you can get another driver's license? Social Security Administration tell you that you need documentation of who you are? They tell you to get some medical records? What KIND of medical records you ask....well hell, stop by my office, sign in, wait 30 minutes for me to come back from court so you can ask me. Because of course, I am Yoda and I know all. Think for yourself, do not.
8. Because you think I am your homegirl. You have been brought to court by a detention officer, notice that I have my cell phone and want to know if I will let you text your mom? SURE! O_o Sigh...I am not your "ace boon coon." Period.
7. I love you Dear Client because you make referrals. I truly appreciate you telling your uncle to give me a call and offer to hire me and pay me under the table. It is nice to know that you want to reward the hard work I have put in on your case by potentially having me arrested or disbarred. (SN: I realize this is supposed to be a compliment, 'hey, my lawyer is great, here is her name and number' but all it does is remind me how much money I am NOT making when your uncle offers to pay me more than a month's salary to handle a case that, on its face, seems very simple.)
6. You write the clerk for legal advice. I know, this is my fault. When I told you that I would let you know when I get an offer or discovery in your case, I was not clear. When I introduced myself and gave you my card, I accidentally slipped you her card by mistake. It's my bad. Go ahead, make your admission/plea/foul language/CONFESSION an official part of the court record by writing the Circuit Court Clerk. The only way you can help me out even more is by writing the Judge.
5. I love you so much Dear Client because, despite our many talks about appropriate court attire, you are your own person. You wear what you want to wear and damn the consequences. Seriously, why should you have to change out of your bedroom slippers, replace your pajama pants with slacks or wear a shirt that covers your belly. Everyone in society is a follower but NOT YOU! You? Oh you take the road less travelled, you dare to wear the skirt that shows every single one of your cookies when you sneeze. And good for you. If the judge is going to chastise you for coming to court high, you may as well be repping the Mary Jane on your shirt.
4. Because you call me 5 times a day. I love the sound of your voice. I mean it. That special way that you whine when I relay the horrible offer from the District Attorney, or the beautiful sound of the "ck" combination rolling off of your bottom lip when you yell "FUCK" into the telephone receiver. Man there is NOTHING like it. Really, your Tuesday is not complete until a client calls and calls and calls and calls and call and CALLS, just to ask you if anything new has happened in their case since their last court date. Yesterday.
3. You ask inappropriate questions. Would you ask an attorney that you pay $200 an hour if they 'have a man'? I'm sure you wouldn't, but you know what? You and I are close like that, we are kismet, practically soul mates, at the very least we are in the same tax bracket so why not get a little closer? I know your life history, it only serves to reason that you would know mine. Want my home number? Why not, all I do is sit up at night thinking about you so why not make it a party and let you know how to find my home. What am I doing this weekend? Have I ever smoked marijuana? Is my man making me happy? Ask away, I love being grilled by you.
2. I love you, Dear Client, because you stop by my office whenever your little heart desires. Appointments be damned, I mean, who in the hell needs notice when you want to sit and chat for an hour? All I'm doing is sitting in my office, twiddling my thumbs and wondering why in the hell you didn't show up unannounced sooner!
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1. Because you file bar complaints against me after you have spoken with your jailhouse lawyer. I know that I am the scum of the earth because you did not have to pay for me, of COURSE it makes sense that someone you paid in cartons of cigarettes and bags of Doritos would have a better professional education that yours truly. I mean, I am only 'good enough' for gov'ment work, THEY are down in the trenches getting close to their clients. I realize that when I have truly, TRULY made it, I will stop working for a paycheck and start working for what actually matters. Extra fish sticks.
Until next time,
Be blessed, be careful, don't consent and don't confess.
~LT
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