... ..super powers ....January 21, 2005   My law partners try hard to keep me away from clients.  They tell me I am easily misread.  I tell them not to worry because nobody reads anymore.  But I am nothing if not a realist and I know their aim is true.  I cannot act the part written for me and, for that, I should be quarantined.  Unfortunately, we are not always successful.  Occasionally, we have no choice but to expose our clients to me.  Last night was such an occasion. I am defending an individual, a small business, and a large insurer in a bodily injury suit filed against them.  The case will be tried to a jury.  My client flew in from the Midwest to "put a face" on the insurance company.  Greeting her at the airport, it occurred to me the company might benefit from plastic surgery.  The woman's name was Patsy and I took Patsy to dinner.  At the restaurant, the hostess escorted us to a table and announced that Catherine would be our server.  A few minutes passed before a striking young lady approached.  She looked to be about 25, petite, but sturdy, long dark hair pulled back to reveal a pale, unmade face.  Her dark eyes sparkled in the dim light.   Before the waitress could open her mouth to speak, my client closed her eyes and pretended to concentrate.  I was considering a Heimlich Maneuver when, suddenly, my client opened her eyes and "guessed" the server's name.  Catherine exhaled and confessed.  Patsy proclaimed herself psychic.  "That's fascinating," observed Catherine, "but I have no super powers.  If you want something to drink, you'll have to verbalize your order." I order you to leave your job and become my sex slave.  I knew she couldn't hear me. As it turned out, Catherine couldn't see me either.  I am almost 50 and quite invisible.  It is a super power I would cede. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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