I spent some time in my lawyer’s office yesterday, preparing for next Friday’s deposition hearing re: my ankle lawsuit. It’s been almost three years since I got hurt. Apparently the towing company was (until yesterday) denying they’d ever provided towing services – which I didn’t know. Whee!
After asking me if the injury changed my life in any way, I said, “Are you serious? Do you have an hour?” I then proceeded to rattle off several dozen things.
“That’s fine, I think you’ll make a great witness,” he said. “Most people freeze up, they can’t remember what to say.”
I looked at him like “Uh, DUH.”
“Is there any reason why I can’t take notes during the hearing?” I asked him.
He hastened to assure me that he was a competent attorney, he was doing a good job representing me…
“No, this has nothing to do with you,” I said. “I’m a blogger. I write about my life all the time. I just want to know if I can take notes.”
He said yes. So I will be taking notes, in case anything really silly happens you might enjoy. Plus, I will probably be in full ADD glory, since I won’t have a keyboard or phone to play with. I’ll need something to fidget with.