Thursday, March 26, 2009

A leopard doesn’t change his spots, he just gets a better tailor

Daisy, The Wayward Esquire/Daisy’s Fiance/Whatever you want to call him, and I went out for drinks and dinner last night. Our server was someone that I knew from undergrad but I hadn’t seen since I graduated lo those many years ago. 

In between rounds of $1 beers, there was the obligatory catching up:
Server: What are you up to now?
Me: We’re all lawyers.
Server: That totally makes sense.
Me: [I laugh]
Server: You always knew how to argue.
Me: Yeah, I did that a lot back then.
Server: And you pissed off a lot of people.
And Daisy wonders why I did not get her phone number…