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I told my attorney we should meet early in the courtyard. Last week, I noticed I was telling him page numbers from the documents.

He was late; I looked around at other professionals. He approached in a suit bigger than him, with enough purple in his tie. Sonuvabitch! He must have someone who loves him.

He said we should take the stairs. I'm on a diet.

I suggested we go in. He went searching for a restroom; he had too much water.

I smoked a cigarette outside waiting for him. Americans walked by and stared at me. He came out and related a story to me about thieves breaking into his car this past week and stealing his archery equipment--two thousand dollar binoculars.

I said i wish you told me you were a hunter. 

I would have never hired you.