I recently covered a case for another attorney. When I looked at the file, I realized that I had actually covered the case on the last appearance as well. On the last appearance, in which he had been released from jail after clearing up some procedural things, he thanked me extensively. I told him that really I hadn't done anything, that it was virtually predetermined that he would walk out that day anyway, and that all I did was get up and smile for the judge. To which he responded, "And that's a very pretty smile, because I'm gettin' out."
After the second time I covered his case, he took me aside and asked if I'd come back again for the next court date. He wanted me to represent him from that time on, but that he would understand if I couldn't. I said thanks, but this is another attorney's case, so he'll continue representation. "I like your style," the client said.
I told the attorney this story later. "Your client asked me to come to court on his next appearance."
He said sharply, "No. I'm his attorney, I will handle his case."
"Yeah, I know. That's what I told him. Don't worry - I'm pretty sure that when he said he liked my style, he really meant that he liked my rack."
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"I'm pretty sure that when he said he liked my style, he really meant that he liked my rack."
Ha! I wonder that about my clients too sometimes..
It's not always about the rack, what if he really liked your style....
To make an objective assessment of the situation, a picture your rack must be posted.
Consigliere hit the nail on the head! I hate to be your typical, meatheaded male, but in order for us to truly understand what you're talking about...a photo of a rack is needed.
What's wrong with that? I always hire lawyers based on cleavage.
Picture of Rack
That is a sweet rack!
I think I can beat that. True story--I once covered a case for a partner and the client was a lesbian. As I walked out of the courthouse with her and we went our separate ways, she smiled at me and said "Take care. And try not to get too wet."
I walked away from her feeling a bit puzzled as I looked up at the clear blue sky. After I'd walked about a half block, I figured it out and blushed like a school girl.
If she'd been a guy, I'd have figured it out instantaneously and come up with some kind of retort. But then again, I've *never* had a male client make a comment that was even remotely that graphic.
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