Two women alighted from a cab. 6-feet tall, skinny, blond hair combed down over his forehead like his mother cut his hair, print shirt that reminded me of Steve Martin's wild and crazy guy, he yelled from across the street, not to me, but to the women, "We're going to Tremont! Come with us!"
They didn't answer. He was persistent, prancing across the street, nearly getting hit by another taxi, "Come with us! Please! There are four of us! Tremont! Four of us. Two are lawyers."
I laughed. After all, what kind of selling point is that? One of the women turned, hearing the guy with three dogs laugh.
"Not one, but two lawyers," I pointed out.
She laughed. The other woman said something to the dorky-looking guy; he retreated in disgrace.
Posted by Bill at May 5, 2007 07:57 PMTwo lawyers? I don't know if anyone could handle more than one.
Posted by: KathyHowe at May 7, 2007 11:28 AMAh, you guys that live in the big city always get the good stories. My neighborhood is dull; no lawyers at all.
Posted by: Kyle at May 8, 2007 01:58 AM