I’ve had several cases in front of a judge that I believe he is a relative of the Honorable Governor William J. Le Petomane.
Judge: Counsel, I am inclined to grant the Motion to Transfer to (Far Away From Chicago) County.The initial motion argument did not go as expected. I expected to win. But clearly the judge had other ideas. After kibitzing with the bosses, I soon realized that this really didn’t matter all that much. Once that realization arrived, all pressure was off of my shoulders.
Me: Your honor, I would respectfully request that you grant us time to conduct discovery.
Judge: I’m still inclined to grant the Motion to Transfer.Now this was a motion we were objecting to in name only because our client thought it was a good idea. We didn’t really care if it got transferred. My line was simple: “We rest on our arguments set forth in our brief.”
Me: Judge, one of the Defendant’s hasn’t complied with the outstanding discovery, if we could get a little more time.
Judge: Of course.
Judge: Counsel (to the moving Defendant), I’m inclined to deny your motion and retain jurisdictionI couldn’t believe my ears. This had the potential to be a victory stolen from the claws of apathy. Now, if only I wasn’t standing before the judge…maybe I’ll treat the judge like a T-Rex. Say nothing and do not move…
Even though my opposing counsel is a dumbass, the opposing counsel is not a total nincompoop. The back and forth with the judge continued. But yet, the judge held firm. Until opposing counsel cited the law at issue and the judge turned to me for answer.
At that very second, my jig was up.