My First 10 Minutes of the Morning

And I thought court was stressful :-)

On Friday I drive my son and the daughters of 3 neighbors to school. They are all 13 year old teenagers. This morning my son tells me he’s running late and asked if I could pick the girls up first. No problem.

I drive down the street and young lady number one hops in the car with a single book in her hand. I tell her that my son is bringing all his books to school because he’s thinks they all need to be returned today. She assures me that’s not the case.

We drive down to the second young lady’s house and she decides she wants to sit where young lady number one is sitting. I drive an Escalade and each Friday we put two in the middle and one sits in the very back. My son rides shotgun with me.

A quick game of “what number am I thinking of between one and ten” resolves the problem which is emphasized with a “damn” by young lady number two and a slammed door.

As she walks around the back of my car she notices her mother in the front driveway looking anything but pleased. I’m sure they’ll have a little chat later today about the proper choice of language and slamming doors.

In any case, with two young ladies now safely seat-belted in my car, I drive down to pick up the third. She politely works her way to the back seat and the dialog begins with what radio station we “need” to listen to while driving to school. As we make a turn and head back up to grab my son, I mention the book issue again. The young lady in the back panics and agrees that all books are due back to the school today.

I drop off young lady number one in front of her house and then turn around and drive back down the street to drop off young lady number three to each grab the rest of their books. While they are doing this I drive down to pick up my son who meets us out front with his backpack, lunch and an arm full of books.

We then turn around and drive back down the street to pick up young ladies one and three and all four passengers all safely dropped off 15 minutes later at middle school. It should be note that during the drive, at least 15 different radio stations and songs are partially listened to.

Just another busy morning in the life of a trial lawyer. Glad it’s Friday.