It's 2:15p.m. on July 5th and I am leaving a party. I am wearing blue jeans and a blue polo. Said polo is adorned with a large orange food stain smack dab in the middle of the shirt. I get on an elevator with a middle aged woman and the small talk begins:
Me: Happy Fourth of July.Woman: Same to you. It's been a great holiday weekend, hasn't it?Me: Absolutely. Unfortunately, now I have to stop by the office.Woman: You're a lawyer aren't you?
I guess I give off the 'Ambulance Chaser' vibe even after not touching my laptop (or any work for that matter) for 72 hours.
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