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ambulance chaser chasers
Monday, April 23 2018
[REDACTED] Given the little half-step down from the rest of the first floor into the waiting room and the uneven bluestone between the front door and the sidewalk, Gretchen wondered if ambulance-chasing law firms are ever sued by their customers. "What about the the law firms of the ambulance chaser chasers?" I wondered, adding "that has to have happened at least once!" Gretchen howled with laughter, perhaps partly from the tension of what we'd come here to do.
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Though I was already late for work, I'd opened up some space in my schedule for that, so why not go out for lunch? After checking the options at Sissy's, we went to Outdated, which was less full than normal (and the people there skewed older than I'd come to expect, as in older than me). Gretchen ordered the polenta dish and I got what I always get: the spicy reuben. There had been frost on the car this morning, but by now it was a beautiful sunny day, so I moved a table out into a sunny part of the sidewalk in front of Outdated and plunked down with my coffee, thumbing absentmindedly at my phone. Randomly, Ray and Nancy happened by, so of course they joined us. But we didn't stay for all of the time such social conjunctions usually require, because I had to get home and start my belated workday.
On her drive back from DC, Gretchen had been alarmed to discover that her low beams weren't working at all. So she'd been forced to drive with her high beams, to the consternation of all oncoming traffic for hundreds of miles. Investigating the matter yesterday, I'd determined that both low-beam bulbs were burnt out. Almost certainly what had happened was that one had burned out and gone unnoticed until the other had burnt out. This afternoon I managed to replace both of them, though not without getting numerous little injuries on my knuckles. Japanese cars are not designed to be worked on by someone with big Central European hands like mine.
In other news, today we learned on Facebook that the woman of the house at our uphill neighbors' residence had died. She was in her 90s. Her husband, who is nearly 100, lives on, though he might need someone to look after him.
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