A new store opened up in my area recently. It’s typical corner place, selling snacks, chips, the usual.
Of course, it does seem rather exclusive, but don’t worry, you don’t need an appointment to get in because, as the sign helpfully points out, walk-ins are welcome.
Reservations are preferred, but walk-ins are welcome too. I am sure they can squeeze you in.
“Hello, Bath Corner Snacks? I would like to schedule an appointment to buy some M+Ms tomorrow. Do you have an opening around 4:00? You say 5:15 is the best you can do? OK, I’ll take it. Excuse me? Why do I need proof of insurance?”
Mr. Blog is not a paid attorney spokesman, but Paul Teutul Sr. Is.
I used to do recaps of American Chopper every week, eventually live-blogging it as it aired. It’s a part of this blog that I’d rather forget. I am sure that watching that show killed more brain cells than if I had a motorcycle accident. But if I did have a motorcycle accident, I’m sure Paul Teutul Sr.- non-lawyer paid spokesperson – could recommend one.
Or three.
Or five.
How many lawyers does Paul Sr. shill for?
All the lawyers!
Behold the withering glower of Paul Teutul Sr.!
Those are not all the firms I found. I could have gone on and on. They shuffled lawyers in and out of the studio to stand next to the fading physique of Paul Sr., stopping just long enough for Sr. to stand and glower and (probably) call his son “numb nuts” a few times while the cameras filmed a few seconds to make it look like Sr. had some clue of the names of the people next to him.
This says less about Paul Sr. than it does for the lawyers, all of whose firms are not independent at all but part of a legal referral network that sends your case to a local law firm depending on your location.
Paul Sr. has likely not spent more than ten minutes with any of those people. That’s OK, after watching season after season of American Chopper, I can guess that Sr. had a massage appointment to get to.
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