Q: Why could I never be a lawyer?
This morning on the train, I sat next to a man working on his laptop. I couldn't not look over, so I did, and saw he was writing and storing emails. Some of his emails had titles like "Feedback on recent case," so I knew he was a lawyer. I peered in a little closer, hoping to catch a peek at some illicit piece of communication.
This was the email he worked on for the entirety of our time together. Titled "Re: Request for a shredder," It began, "Hidden in my request for a shredding system was a larger question about record keeping...."
But he didn't like that beginning. So I watched him delete "Hidden" and replace it with "Implicit." But he still wasn't satisfied, apparently, and so added "Extremely" in front of the "implicit." I guess he found that phrasing to be too extreme, however, for he pounded the Backspace button and went back to "Implicit." Around this time, I noticed that he was prematurely balding.
Then, in a flurry, he deleted "Implicit," went back to "Hidden" and added "extremely implicit" as parenthetical later in the email. As the train slowed down to his stop, he slammed his computer shut and then hopped off, carrying his computer case in one hand and a 12-pack of A&W root beer (no doubt his rocket fuel for the next 15 hours) in the other.
A: Because I don't like root beer.
This was the email he worked on for the entirety of our time together. Titled "Re: Request for a shredder," It began, "Hidden in my request for a shredding system was a larger question about record keeping...."
But he didn't like that beginning. So I watched him delete "Hidden" and replace it with "Implicit." But he still wasn't satisfied, apparently, and so added "Extremely" in front of the "implicit." I guess he found that phrasing to be too extreme, however, for he pounded the Backspace button and went back to "Implicit." Around this time, I noticed that he was prematurely balding.
Then, in a flurry, he deleted "Implicit," went back to "Hidden" and added "extremely implicit" as parenthetical later in the email. As the train slowed down to his stop, he slammed his computer shut and then hopped off, carrying his computer case in one hand and a 12-pack of A&W root beer (no doubt his rocket fuel for the next 15 hours) in the other.
A: Because I don't like root beer.