Reasonably Priced Lawyer

Yesterday, I got an interesting email from someone I know.

He asked, "Do you know a reasonably priced lawyer?"

I almost died from laughing.

What an oxymoron. Is there even such a thing?

Don't get me wrong. I like lawyers. At least some of them. I have a friend who is a lawyer. My kidos want to grow up and become lawyers.

I have a fierce Divorce Lawyer. Granted, I am not planning on getting a divorce but it is always nice to keep one handy. It keeps the hubby on his toes.

See how fierce he is?

Who would mess with him?

So if my hubby ever pulls the David Letterman stunt on me, this is the guy he will have to face. And it won't be a pleasant experience for the hubby.

But I digress...

So lawyers. Why is it one the most hated professions? We all need them in worst of times. They protect you, defend you and fiercely protect  your interests. For a price. Of course. But so what? They have to pay their college loans too. They have families to support too.

Oh well.

It is Friday.Yeah!

And I know what you are thinking. Scriber has finally lost what remains of her mind. What the heck does that table top photo have to do with lawyers?

Fear not my faithful readers. As a writer, I can tie this up together. Or at least try to.

Question: If you have a huge deal on the table, would you ever go without a lawyer?

See how clever I am?

My Divorce Lawyer

One of my husband's old friend is a divorce lawyer. For years, I never met him because he lives in another city. For years, I did not want to because he is a divorce lawyer. I mean what sane wife wants her husband to hang out with a d*i*v*o*r*c*e l*a*w*y*e*r?

I finally met him after years. He came over for dinner when he was in town. He is smooth and charming. And also very funny. I told him that I was skeptical about him being my husband's friend. He told me no problem. All his friend's wives disliked the fact that he is a divorce lawyer.

And then he took my hand, looked me in the eye and said, "Here is the deal. If God forbid something like that ever happens, I'll be on your side. And together, we will beat the pants off your husband."

Did I say that he was charming?

I made him promise that he would be on my side. And told him that we had a verbal agreement. He said absolutely.

Since then, we became friends.

My husband and his friends try to meet once an year in different locations. When my people ask, I always say, "My husband is in Chicago with my divorce lawyer."

That always shocks people.

Ha!

I never miss an opportunity to remind him that he has a verbal agreement with me.

So Mike, if you are reading this, not only do we have a verbal agreement, I hereby declare you as my divorce lawyer in my blogging world.

Just in case I need one.