I wore a suit to my deposition and Ethel, my dog, wore her collar. My legal aid lawyer wore a black pants suit, that didn't flatter her but did make her look intimidating I guess. The site was real close to where I work so that made it a bit more interesting. What I hadn't counted on was, on our arrival, knowing almost all the people there from LA . . . including the lead attorney, who I went to school with. (he epitomized the old school saying: He was the nicest guy in the world and then he passed the bar.)
It was a minor non-event. I don't know anything but I was the only one (or one of the few, I'm not quite sure here) who didn't have a “corporate identity” or a veil.
I think they were just impressed with Ethel and we're acting out of respect to her. My lawyer thought they were a bit afraid of me. Which is mostly foolishness. I did steal all of their Equal Packets and 10 of those little French Vanilla flavored creamers. So work was okay. As usual I was responsible for 15 percent of the output - there are 24 of us . . .
Rushed home so I could beat up my dog. She likes walking but prefers cavorting. Dana met us. This pleased me. While we were mucking about she did something that startled me. She inadvertently pushed one of my buttons.
One of the most shocking moments in my life was with my second girlfriend. We were sitting in LAX, the day after Christmas. We were flying off to go skiing. For some reason she took my hand and sang Jim Croce's “Time in a Bottle” to me. She sang in a low, husky voice. I was deeply moved. While she sang I didn't even think about the fact that I don't like Jim Croce songs . . .
For some reason Dana chose tonight to sing me a song. I got so wrapped up in memories. I tried to focus. She sang me that Shakira Song. Sometimes I hate being able to remember anything.
Ethel tried to sing harmony but she is very tone deaf. She did seem to enjoy making that noise though.