Friday - The Ambulance Chaser
Jan. 13th, 2006 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on the drive into work, I was musing over the fact that the ambulance chasing lawyer in my building was actually a very nice guy.
The building that I work in is also the building where one of Houston's well-known ambulance-chasing lawyers has his office. He's not Houston's most notorious or obnoxious ambulance chaser, but he does advertise on daytime TV, which I guess he figures injured people watch a lot of. He is a sturdy-built man with a shock of strawberry blond hair that is obviously a dye job. I suspect that when he was younger, he really did have strawberry blond hair, but at his age it would be white now. Not that he is ancient; I would say that he is in his 50's. But it has been my observation that red hair fades faster than other hair colors as people age.
My right foot feels better today, but as I was leaving the office last night I could barely walk. I could not bear to put any weight it, which made getting from my desk to my car a bit of an ordeal. I managed to hobble to the stairwell of the parking garage, but I was hesitating on the stairs trying to figure out how to maneuver down them without ever resting my full weight on the injured foot (there is no way to travel down stairs this way, for the record). The 3rd floor of the parking garage, where I park, is halfway between the 2nd and 3rd floor of the office building. I was traveling down from the 3rd floor and the lawyer was walking up from the 2nd floor. He watched me limp down the stairs and asked if I was OK. I explained that I had twisted my foot leaving the house that morning (no one to sue but myself; no money to make here, Mr. Lawyer).
"Do you need help to your car?" he asked. He looked genuinely concerned.
"I'm sure I can make it. I'm fine." Of course I was lying, but pride has a way of trumping good sense when it comes to offers of help, at least for me.
"You don't look fine. Here," he said, and offered his elbow for me to grab hold of.
We discussed the injury, whether I thought it was my ankle or my foot (it's my foot) and if I was sure I could drive. When we made it to my truck, he warned me to be careful driving since it was my right foot, the one I use for accelerating and hitting the brake. I told him I would be and thanked him for his help.
"God bless you," he said as he walked off.
"And you, too," I replied, amazed.
This is the first blessing I have ever received from a lawyer in my entire life. I didn't even think that lawyers had souls, especially not the type of lawyer who advertises on TV. I guess you learn something everyday.
The building that I work in is also the building where one of Houston's well-known ambulance-chasing lawyers has his office. He's not Houston's most notorious or obnoxious ambulance chaser, but he does advertise on daytime TV, which I guess he figures injured people watch a lot of. He is a sturdy-built man with a shock of strawberry blond hair that is obviously a dye job. I suspect that when he was younger, he really did have strawberry blond hair, but at his age it would be white now. Not that he is ancient; I would say that he is in his 50's. But it has been my observation that red hair fades faster than other hair colors as people age.
My right foot feels better today, but as I was leaving the office last night I could barely walk. I could not bear to put any weight it, which made getting from my desk to my car a bit of an ordeal. I managed to hobble to the stairwell of the parking garage, but I was hesitating on the stairs trying to figure out how to maneuver down them without ever resting my full weight on the injured foot (there is no way to travel down stairs this way, for the record). The 3rd floor of the parking garage, where I park, is halfway between the 2nd and 3rd floor of the office building. I was traveling down from the 3rd floor and the lawyer was walking up from the 2nd floor. He watched me limp down the stairs and asked if I was OK. I explained that I had twisted my foot leaving the house that morning (no one to sue but myself; no money to make here, Mr. Lawyer).
"Do you need help to your car?" he asked. He looked genuinely concerned.
"I'm sure I can make it. I'm fine." Of course I was lying, but pride has a way of trumping good sense when it comes to offers of help, at least for me.
"You don't look fine. Here," he said, and offered his elbow for me to grab hold of.
We discussed the injury, whether I thought it was my ankle or my foot (it's my foot) and if I was sure I could drive. When we made it to my truck, he warned me to be careful driving since it was my right foot, the one I use for accelerating and hitting the brake. I told him I would be and thanked him for his help.
"God bless you," he said as he walked off.
"And you, too," I replied, amazed.
This is the first blessing I have ever received from a lawyer in my entire life. I didn't even think that lawyers had souls, especially not the type of lawyer who advertises on TV. I guess you learn something everyday.
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Date: 2006-01-13 06:48 pm (UTC)