People, in general, tend not to like lawyers. We’ve all heard the lawyer jokes.
A man went to a brain store to get some brain to complete a study. He sees a sign remarking on the quality of professional brain offerred at this particular brain store. He begins to question the butcher about the cost of these brains.
“How much does it cost for engineer brain?”
“Three dollars an ounce.”
“How much does it cost for programmer brain?”
“Four dollars an ounce.”
“How much for lawyer brain?”
“$1,000 an ounce.”
“Why is lawyer brain so much more?”
“Do you know how many lawyers we had to kill to get one ounce of brain?”
So today, when I stopped by my office, I was a little amused and horrified to see this.
Uh oh. Is that what I think it is? Let’s look closer.
It is. It is. Now I know people who have said I was full of crap. I have have never had anyone leave a visual aid before today.
Of course, this could just be a coincidence and the unfortunate side effect of our tiny hamlet not having any pooper scooper laws. (that is a big dog). Then again, the other office mate in my office complex is non profit that works with juvenile delinquents.