You're Not A Freak

After a much needed trip to the gym on Saturday morning, I walked over to a local coffeehouse with another Public Defender employee friend of mine for a quick cup.

We had been talking about some attorneys in our offices who happened to have well known (connected) or famous criminal defense fathers that seem to exude a certain sense of entitlement and expect respect just for carrying their fathers last names. We both agreed that it was unfair but that yes, it would be nice to have been spawned from celebrity. We then started talking about other friends and co-workers who practice law and decided that most attorney's we knew have a lot of serious, personal issues...The conversation went something like this:

Public Defender Chick: Yeah, so James just doesn't want to admit his drinking problem even after the big drama at the Christmas party.

Me: Really? Wow...drunkenly dropping your pants to your ankles, spilling beer on your co-workers and prancing around the dance floor in front of your supervisors doesn't automatically get you into AA or a free meeting with a supervisor?

Public Defender Chick: Ummm, No.

Me: Good to know.

Public Defender Chick: Well, Sasha...that DA in misdo's didn't get fired for being drunk in court last month, so I'm guessing alcohol isn't considered a real deterrent to practicing law around here.

Me: You know, I think half the attorney's in those courtrooms would get the boot if they were forced to take a piss test. I've decided attorney's in this town have some serious issues...actually, they are some downright serious freaks.

Public Defender Chick: Okay. Thanks jackass...I'm an attorney.

Me: No, No you're cool. You're just a Public Defender.

Public Defender Chick: You're such an ass.

Me: That's why you love me?

Public Defender Chick: No. Its not.

Me: You big kidder! You're kidding right?

Public Defender Chick: (total silence)

Yeah, this was just the start to my weekend, it only got better from there.