Some things I’ve been pondering lately, courtesy of my clients:
How can you afford two flat-screen tv’s, but not a kitchen table?
Isn’t the appointment letter I sent you, a month in advance, that says I’ll be there between 9am and 3pm on such-and-such a day enough notice so that you might at least be out of bed and dressed when I show up at your house… at say, noon?
And without some unidentified male hiding from me under the bed?
I hate when they do that to me!
Should I really have to explain to you why it’s inappropriate to urinate in public?
Did you imagine, when you said your son was, “away with his dad” that I understood they were both housed in the same correctional facility? Geesh!! You made it sound like they were on vacation together, rather than both locked up on drug and weapons charges.
Did you think I wouldn’t figure out that you’re sleeping with your landlord in lieu of paying rent? Really?
I could write a book, I tell ya.