Only he had fallen for that same co-worker's quivering lip and [possibly crocodile] tears, too, and could only come up with lint and some old business cards with a post office box address we haven't used in nearly a decade.
(I suggested printing some with our new color printer and then sticking them on with double-sided tape but no one thought that was funny. Kidding, peeps! Jeez, no one can take a joke the first day of trial.)
So, tonight, I was hoping you guys would help me out. No, no, you don't have to overnight us any plaintiff's exhibit stickers 'cause "somebody" (there's a whole post coming on the role of this magical mythical legal staff member, kind of a stalwart and chirpier hybrid of Flo the Progressive Girl and Bewitched's Samantha, who can pull anything out of her...purse) had to run out and buy some.
I was hoping you guys (lurkers, too - the anonymous comment option is truly anonymous, because not only do I lack the technological know-how but I also lack the inclination to track you down) would leave your comments at this post, listing one thing that you think paralegals can't live without.
Partly because I have a really sick headache and probably shouldn't have posted at all - perhaps brought on from Glee over-stimulation tonight (Yentl! John Lennon! Baby Cheesus!) or more likely just seasonal allergies aggravated by the fact that no one in my house knows how the vacuum cleaner works except me.
And partly because I like hearing from you; it's the closest that unpaid bloggers get to payday.
I can tell you this much. I'm movin' my secret plaintiff's exhibit sticker stash.