On Wednesday afternoon, a handsome, wealthy attorney renowned for handling affluent clients came into the restaurant. At least that’s how Lawrence described himself to me in his intro. He was dressed in a sharp navy suit, white shirt and silk tie. He asked, “How long have you been waiting tables?”
Jokingly, I replied, “I’m new, so forgive me if your meal lands on your lap.”
He replied, quite sternly, “Don’t make excuses for your mistakes.” I thought he was joking, but his face lacked even the hint of a smile. In the same tone, he said, “Come to dinner with me Saturday night.”
I ignored his invitation, which seemed more like a demand, and asked, “How long have you been an attorney?”
“As long as I’ve wanted.”
Confused and curious,…
