I had a slip and fall at a restaurant tonight after Christmas Eve dinner. (No. It's not what you're thinking. I had only had two beers. It was dark and the step was hard to see.) The manager freaked and then double freaked when I mentioned I was a lawyer. My first thought was "payday!" Mega-settlement baby.
But my second thought was that it was just a scraped knee and injured pride. And then my third thought was about all those nasty things I've said about trial lawyers over the years. And then my fourth thought was that I'd end up as a story on Walter Olson's Overlawyered blog! And my final thought was I'd never be able to hold my head up around my tort reform pals again!
So I'm just going to put some ice on it and forget about it.
