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Friday, August 15, 2008
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I work at a smaller law firm. There are about 20 someodd lawyers in the firm, and several support staff - paralegals, legal secretaries, etc. We all get along well, for the most part. There's one guy who works there, Toby, who was involved in an accident several years ago and had to have the front half of his foot amputated. I've not really pressed him for details about the incident, but I think it has something to do with being drunk and too close to metro rail tracks... Anyway, one day, we're all going out for lunch at a local restaurant, Toby, with his crutches, coming along with us. We decided to try a new bbq place nearby (this being Texas, you can find bbq just about anywhere). We are filing in to the door and the manager stops Toby and tells him that he's not welcome in the restaurant and that he would have to eat somewhere else because of his foot. We pressed the manager to let Toby in, but the guy refused to relent. We all left and went somewhere else. We didn't think it was right to give money to a restaurant that's lactose intolerant.
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6 comments:
Lawyers are so easily amused.
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ooooh no you di'n't!
Now, you see, the reason this is funny is because you weren't expecting the pun. It's a zinger that came out of left field, and you can't help but laugh at it.
Pew Wee...
I'm officially going to stop patronizng your blog. My mind reels at the Civil Rights violaions and you drop a lactose bomb.
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