Wednesday, March 07, 2007
The Editors Search for Justice Every Single Day!
So the legal editor (LE) gets on the crowded rush hour ride home. After allowing the members of the fairer sex to board first, he's passing down the aisle and there looks to be only one open seat left, and there's a gym bag on it. He motions that he'd like to sit down and the man in the seat, a Tony Soprano (with more of a belly and less good looking) type talking on his cell phone, removes the bag. Normally there'd be no more to this story, particulary because if anybody is going to sit next to you on the bus (save the girl/guy of your dreams), you want it to be the LE: he's thin, doesn't make noise, and showers daily. Tony didn't appreciate these qualities. While talking on his phone, he noticed the LE take out some legal papers from a pro bono divorce he was working on (not the pleadings but a "law by numbers" how to guide). Tony makes the reasonable-at-first-blush-but-kinda-stupid-when-you-think-about-it assumption that the LE is a divorce attorney. First he tells his friend on the phone how great it would be if there were no lawyers. Then he goes on to insist, really that he has a plan to take them out. 100, 200 at a time. That'd be great. Etc. etc. Five to ten minutes later he's still going at it, citing Jack on 24 to his friend, as killing wouldn't be good enough, there should be a little torture first, and he's picking up some good clues. Beforfe the bus begins to run express, he leaves (no physical scrunching or pushes involved). Life is fragile, our friends.
There's also no justice that Monz may miss his favorite extant band when they make a rare Chicago appearance May 19th. Oh no! We're trying to convince him to make other plans for a nearby gig on another date. Until then, Monz takes a bbq break for a Market Day (school fundraiser) mac 'n cheese, and another, and...an apple!
So the legal editor (LE) gets on the crowded rush hour ride home. After allowing the members of the fairer sex to board first, he's passing down the aisle and there looks to be only one open seat left, and there's a gym bag on it. He motions that he'd like to sit down and the man in the seat, a Tony Soprano (with more of a belly and less good looking) type talking on his cell phone, removes the bag. Normally there'd be no more to this story, particulary because if anybody is going to sit next to you on the bus (save the girl/guy of your dreams), you want it to be the LE: he's thin, doesn't make noise, and showers daily. Tony didn't appreciate these qualities. While talking on his phone, he noticed the LE take out some legal papers from a pro bono divorce he was working on (not the pleadings but a "law by numbers" how to guide). Tony makes the reasonable-at-first-blush-but-kinda-stupid-when-you-think-about-it assumption that the LE is a divorce attorney. First he tells his friend on the phone how great it would be if there were no lawyers. Then he goes on to insist, really that he has a plan to take them out. 100, 200 at a time. That'd be great. Etc. etc. Five to ten minutes later he's still going at it, citing Jack on 24 to his friend, as killing wouldn't be good enough, there should be a little torture first, and he's picking up some good clues. Beforfe the bus begins to run express, he leaves (no physical scrunching or pushes involved). Life is fragile, our friends.
There's also no justice that Monz may miss his favorite extant band when they make a rare Chicago appearance May 19th. Oh no! We're trying to convince him to make other plans for a nearby gig on another date. Until then, Monz takes a bbq break for a Market Day (school fundraiser) mac 'n cheese, and another, and...an apple!
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