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5/01/2006

Why I Won't Be Taking Clients Golfing

Lawyers seem to be known for their tennis and golf skills. When it comes to golf, I'm well-known for the great distances achieved by the clods of dirt I hit. The ball, on the other hand, continues to elude the head of my club as it sits mocking me on its tee. However, the only sport I'm worse at than golf has to be tennis. Last time I went to the country club to try to play a game, I had to leave the court before THEY arrived to kindly escort me off the premises for interrupting the other ladies' games in a most hazardous fashion. If I hadn't been trying SO HARD, I'm sure I wouldn't have been so mortified each time my ball would sail serenely over the net of the court on the other side of the fence.

As a kid, I was the master of putt-putt and bumper boats down in Key West, but the image of some CEO or physician trying not to hit the windmill blades just doesn't quite fit, and bumper boats are doubtless ripe for tort liability. It's a real shame you can't take clients on whitewater kayaking trips or on a nice horseback ride, because I'm even better at those things than putt-putt or bumper boats, but the liability issues that would create would be hair-raising, to say the least.

Maybe I should just get myself a sexy ferrari and let my clients ogle that for hours as entertainment.

9 Comments:

At 2:26 PM, Anonymous maxxdog said...

A sexy Ferrari couldn't hurt.
Can a car even be sexy?
Take 'em to the range! Now that would raise some eyebrows.

 
At 2:30 PM, Blogger LSULawChick said...

I somehow suspect that taking clients to the range, aside from liability issues, might make talk somewhat difficult. It's nearly impossible to hear through the headphone thingies, and it's even harder to hear after firing a weapon without earplugs of any sort in an enclosed place!

 
At 2:33 PM, Blogger LSULawChick said...

And I've met more sexy cars in my life than I have sexy men. However, I've met MANY more men who were delusional enough to consider themselves sexy than delusional cars, believe it or not!

 
At 6:39 PM, Blogger LC Jackboot-Imperial Spy said...

Snarkstress- Can I be your Ferrari Driver? Hee Hee...I work cheap and speak and read eeenglishhesshhh gud.

 
At 6:41 PM, Blogger LSULawChick said...

Ferrari pedals are all little, and I have a size 5 foot, so Ferrari driving and I were made for eachother ... However, you could always be either my ferrari purchaser or my ferrari washer ...

 
At 6:27 AM, Blogger Steve said...

Ferrari, huh? Somehow I just don't see you behind the wheel of a Ferrari. Of course, short as you are, you'd be hard to see behind the wheel of any vehicle . . . *ducks for cover and runs like hell*

 
At 6:40 AM, Blogger LSULawChick said...

Yea yea yea ... I may not be able to see out the rear window of a ferrari, but I wouldn't need to look back to run you down, beyotch!

*waves a barracuda over her head while yelling like Xena*

 
At 9:02 AM, Anonymous Emperor Palpatine said...

You could take them to the course and let them play while you drive the "beverage" cart

 
At 12:59 PM, Blogger LSULawChick said...

How about I just keep the beverage cart to myself and sunbathe or something?

 

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