In the world I wish I lived in, walleye guy up there would have capped off his story thusly:
Having devoured my family meal, I was fittingly bloated and felt nature's call rolling down the turnpike. I placed my fork and knife gently on my plate in a cross to indicate to the meal-servant that my lunch was complete (a gesture lost on the lowly waitstaff yet appreciated by my compatriots as a sign of proper breeding). I then arose, yet when my companions followed I bade them to alight into their seats as I simultaneously signaled for coffees all-around. As I retired to the commode for a liberating, indulgent, two-flush twenty-three minute evacuation, I smiled as I imagined the immense delight my sure-to-be-future-peers will feel as they regale their friends and loved ones with the tale of the 1L who both did not give, and then boldly took, a shit on that beautiful summer day.
As I exited the rest room, my escorts' eyes were fixated upon me. As I met their gaze, the senior partner, who had, to this point, been silent, slowly wiped away a tear from her eye, then began a slow clap, more tears welling up in her eyes as the pace of her applause quickened, until she was openly weeping and unable to keep her head up, though she continued clapping with greater vigor and with her hands over her head, and she was soon joined by the remainder of my peers, then the rest of the restaurant, as they all slowly realized that on this day, they had seen a mere juris doctor candidate transcend the label of "summer associate" and enter that hallowed realm of "dog days legend."
I wanted to laugh at this, but the whole time couldn't get over this being wrong. Cross is resting, parallel is complete. Maybe that was the point, maybe I'm a douche, who knows?
blsingindisguise wrote:I had an interview where I completely blanked out on the softest of softball questions (with the senior partner): "What was your favorite class in law school?" -- I was a few years out and no longer in the mindset of thinking about such things. I literally just couldn't come up with an answer at all. The senior partner (who was like 70) then proceeded to launch into a detailed flashback about some esoteric aspect of his HYS contracts class. I got an offer anyway, which I declined.
This reminds me of an interview my 1L fall for the summer, when I was asked my favorite class. I freaked out and said a class I was going to be taking in the spring, and talked at length about it. Interviewer kept glancing between my transcript and me the entire time I was talking.