Those Crazy Kids and Their Lawyers
So, last night my soon-to-be-fourth-grader had a couple of friends over, and they got a bit rowdy, as kids are wont to do when I don’t keep an iron fist over them at all times. Seems that one of them put his knee through a window looking from our den to our back yard. (I still haven’t figured out the sequence of events on that one).
Now, I don’t want to say that the following could only happen in the Park Cities, but the possible locations must be limited. Within a short time of the “incident,” it was pointed out to me that the discussion among the adults included four lawyers and an insurance company CEO. We have worked out an elaborate suit/countersuit arrangement that should provide for the kid’s college. (Just kidding, State Bar).
Addendum: three stitches were required to close the wound, but the patient is reportedly doing well.
It sounds like you needed a doctor. And a nanny. See what happens with too many unsupervised lawyers standing around.
I heard the mom called a doctor “friend” to help with the stitches. He is a local HP plastic surgeon, who apparently did her boobs three years ago. Not the repeat business he was looking for.
I heard the mom called a doctor “friend” to help with the stitches. He is a local HP plastic surgeon, who apparently did her boobs three years ago. Not the repeat business he was looking for. Only in HP.
Hm, concerned parent, that’s not the kind of comment I was looking for.
A few years ago, My parents had a friend over who was trying to get them to do some kind of Multi-level marketing and selling program.
When she left, she stepped off the front porch step (average step, nothing too high) and rolled her ankle, breaking it.
She filed a claim on their homeowners policy for the injury.
Needless to say, my parents aren’t selling anything for her.