I don’t scare the kids. I scare the parents. Dressed in my “work clothes” (because with restricted hours these days it’s not unlikely!), I come to the door with a bucket full of rolled paper and respond “Trick or subpoena?”
The parents almost always cringe. Even when they know their kids have just knocked on the door of a true den of iniquity, a wretched hive of scum and villainy, a castle shunned as a place of terror by Count Dracula: a lawyer’s residence.
I refuse to contemplate what might happen at Chief Justice Roberts’s door. I have limits.
My 9 year old granddaughter chose to be a dryad this year.
I can’t wait to see the pictures!
I don’t scare the kids. I scare the parents. Dressed in my “work clothes” (because with restricted hours these days it’s not unlikely!), I come to the door with a bucket full of rolled paper and respond “Trick or subpoena?”
The parents almost always cringe. Even when they know their kids have just knocked on the door of a true den of iniquity, a wretched hive of scum and villainy, a castle shunned as a place of terror by Count Dracula: a lawyer’s residence.
I refuse to contemplate what might happen at Chief Justice Roberts’s door. I have limits.