It’s like state-sponsored terrorism or giving an asshole tequila

I was just on the receiving end of a frantic call from an attorney’s paralegal letting me know that her boss is going to attempt to convince the Court to reschedule an upcoming trial.

One that is set to begin in about 40 hours.

My partner has handed this case off to me to try, but I still let him know about the call and the opposing counsel’s plan. He receded into contemplation. After sixty seconds of silence, he began to dispense his thoughts, “I want you to be there tomorrow.” He stopped at that comment, and after another extended bout of silence, looked up, removed his glasses and started anew:

“Just go fuck with him.”