Another Day In Miami
Today was just another day in Miami. Actually, this must have been the first time I have ever experienced a professional attorney's office quite like the one I ventured into today. I suspect an office on Washington Blvd (in the heart of SOBE) should have been my first clue. I entered the office where a seemingly attractive woman (and well endowed - amazingly like every chick in Miami Beach) sits behind a desk offering me assistance. I said "I'm here to see Kent, I have a 3pm appointment." She says..."oooh, he's not here." She proceeds to call him...where there is so much background noise and he tells me to go ahead and relax in his office...lay on the couch he tells me, take a nap...
I should have. But I got on my computer...then a gentleman by the name of Paul walks in. Paul was tatooed from head to toe. He had a tat on his knuckles that read "HATE". He seemed a little amped up and promptly asked for Kent. The busty woman behind the desk was now managing this rather unique client and myself. Paul was restless and begin talking about jail time, jail bait and the sort. The woman managed to escort Paul to another office (feeling a little embarassed). As my cell phone rang and I responded to the call...Kent arrived and plopped himself in front of me. It was about this time that he called "shee-ba, shee-ba." Then, from the shadows of the room, an odd cat, no...a lynx slithers across the floor, jumps up on the table between Kent and I, and begins rubbing the side of its face against Kent's as Kent kisses the animal on its every pass. Hmmmm. this was a rather intimate moment and I felt a little uncomfortable being in the room.
Well it doesn't end there. Shee-ba set laid herself on the table between the two of us. Kent told me not to show teeth (i.e. smile) because that would threaten her. Well...about half way through our conversation regarding some litigation matters...the Shee-ba (who was facing Kent) turned her neck around at me and gave the biggest HISSSSSSS I've ever heard (except for maybe those tigers on National Geographic Channel). Kent told me Shee-ba was jealous. Well, I walked out of that office...thinking...just another day in Miami.
I should have. But I got on my computer...then a gentleman by the name of Paul walks in. Paul was tatooed from head to toe. He had a tat on his knuckles that read "HATE". He seemed a little amped up and promptly asked for Kent. The busty woman behind the desk was now managing this rather unique client and myself. Paul was restless and begin talking about jail time, jail bait and the sort. The woman managed to escort Paul to another office (feeling a little embarassed). As my cell phone rang and I responded to the call...Kent arrived and plopped himself in front of me. It was about this time that he called "shee-ba, shee-ba." Then, from the shadows of the room, an odd cat, no...a lynx slithers across the floor, jumps up on the table between Kent and I, and begins rubbing the side of its face against Kent's as Kent kisses the animal on its every pass. Hmmmm. this was a rather intimate moment and I felt a little uncomfortable being in the room.
Well it doesn't end there. Shee-ba set laid herself on the table between the two of us. Kent told me not to show teeth (i.e. smile) because that would threaten her. Well...about half way through our conversation regarding some litigation matters...the Shee-ba (who was facing Kent) turned her neck around at me and gave the biggest HISSSSSSS I've ever heard (except for maybe those tigers on National Geographic Channel). Kent told me Shee-ba was jealous. Well, I walked out of that office...thinking...just another day in Miami.
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