I am having another one of those days where I hate being a lawyer, not because of job-related reasons but because of family obligations. My mother called me this morning and asked if the devil had called me yet. My first question, believe it or not, was, "Which devil?" My family has so many members who could qualify as Satan at times that I needed her to narrow it down a little. As it turns out, this time she meant my sister. Apparently, the devil is my nephew's new nickname for her. Hopefully, my sister will never read this blog and find that little tidbit out. If she does, my nephew may not live long enough to see college.I told my mother that Tina never calls me unless it's about Lost or One Tree Hill. Otherwise, we pretty much exist on two different planets. Seeing as Lost doesn't start back for awhile and One Tree Hill hasn't been that complicated lately, I couldn't possibly imagine what Tina would have to talk to me about. Well, according to my mother, she doesn't exactly want to talk to me; she just wants me to do something for her--write a letter. Big surprise there, and here I thought she might actually be expressing her sisterly love, LOL.
My mother further advised me of the topic of that letter: another broken cell phone. I don't know how many phones that Tina has been through at this point; I have honestly lost count. She goes through more phones than a model goes through clothes or cigarettes. Maybe it's because she uses the phones to text message her friend 500 times a day and pops them open another 500 times to see what they texted back, but she has somehow managed to split another LG flip phone in two. Now she wants me to write a letter to LG complaining about their inferior quality.
So I ask this question: Why me? Is it because I'm a lawyer, and she thinks that signing the letter with "Esquire" and a bar number will make LG send her a brand new phone? Is it because she thinks that I'm just good at drafting complaint letters? Or is it because she's too darn lazy to do it herself? Knowing Tina, it's probably a combination of all three.
It's getting near 6 p.m. here, and she still hasn't called. Until she does, I'm just going to pretend that I don't know the first thing about the devil who went down to Georgia and broke her cell phone.
