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I have two attorneys representing me in my divorce case. One is the original lawyer I retained (Lawyer "A"), and the other is the senior partner in the firm, who specialises in litigation (Lawyer "B")...
Good Cop: Lawyer "A" is a young single fella. He's a nice, tall, thin unassuming guy, who likes to sail and bike and stuff. He's from Newfoundland, and he used to be an engineer contracted by the US Navy. He specialises in engineering law (leaky condo cases, etc), and in family law where no children are involved. He's very clever, and loves digging into and citing archaic case-law. When I first met him, I though he was completely humourless, but I now believe that he has the most dry, subtle sense of humour of anyone I've ever known. He's just plain arch! One weekend, he said he'd be down at the marina cleaning barnacles off his boat, but would I mind dropping off some documents in his mailbox? I went by his home on Saturday afternoon around 3:00pm, and to my surprise, he was at home, and still in his bathrobe, drinking from an oversized stein full of Coke and watching hockey. "How are the barnacles?", I asked, to which he replied "Still there, I assume. You're so naive.". He and I have the same exact bathrobe, by the way. The clutch bedal linkage in his old Ford Explorer (given to him by a client as payment) broke, so he just left it in his driveway and bought a new car. He has a lime green bathtub, and a pink toilet. And avacado appliances in his kitchen. All the art in his home is photos of himself with his friends kayaking, sailing, or hiking. His cat is extremely friendly, and once ate an affidavit I had signed.
Bad Cop: Lawyer "B" is about 5'7" and shaped like a barrel. He's a gregarious, sensible man, in his mid-fifties, and owns a cattle ranch. He collects vintage tractors, and wears Wrangler jeans with a leather belt AND suspenders. He's also been known to wear string ties and snakeskin boots to Court. He put himself though Law School by working on the oil fields in Alberta, and fighting in local bare-knuckle tough guy contests. He still gets into bar fights, and usually wins. On the rare occasions in which he doesn't win, he can just sue the winner! He has an office for his cattle ranch business inside one of the city's most notorious roadhouses. He is the most feared cross-examiner on Vancouver Island.
How these two found eachother, I could never imagine. But they're my dream team!
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