Great Moments in my day job: This morning I was sued (in my official capacity) by a violent inmate currently serving life in a New York prison. He’s trying to get transferred to an Ohio prison, and keeps suing public officials in order to accomplish his goal. I represent public officials in Ohio, so I defend these lawsuits. Mr. Murderer, who shockingly acts as his own attorney, doesn’t like the way I’m defending one, so I have now become the latest public official in the lawsuit. The best part: the cover letter which accompanied the complaint ended with the sentence “Get you a lawyer.”
I know I risk a Cape Fear situation if I do this, but right now I have an overwhelming urge to mark up the letter’s grammatical errors with a red pen and send it back to him along with an 8×10″ photo of me enjoying a beer in the sunshine somewhere. Would that be wrong? Should I not do that?
“Counselor . . . .couuuuunselooooor . . . .”