Those bloody lawyers
As regular readers will know (that’s both of you), my general opinion of lawyers as a species couldn’t be lower. And every time I work with one my already impossibly low opinion comes out even lower, even—or even especially—when they’re supposed to be working for me.
I’ve just had another such encounter with one, leaving me to think that as a breed extermination may not be too unkind.
But before I do anything hasty, perhaps you readers (that’s both of you again) could tell me that I’m wrong. Perhaps you can tell me about lawyers you know who aren’t either venal, dishonest or shambolically inept – or yourself.
And while you’re thinking about making a story up for me—which you’ll have to, since there’s no way it can possibly be based on fact—let me tell you my favourite lawyer joke.
Chap walks into a lawyer’s office, and says, “How much do you charge?” Says the lawyer, “One-hundred and fifty dollars for three questions.”
“One-hundred and fifty dollars for three questions?!” says the man, aghast. “Jeez, that’s expensive isn’t it?!”
“Sure is,” says the lawyer. “Now what’s your third question.”