by Mark C. Wallfisch

I entered “downtown government complex” as the destination in the Uber app and tapped “Confirm,” resulting in a newish SUV appearing at the curb outside my home in the predicted eight minutes.  The driver was thirty-something, neatly dressed.

“You got business down there?” he asked as I, in suit and tie, settled into the backseat with my briefcase.

I thought, “Good guess, buddy,” but said, “Yes.  As a matter of fact, I do.”

“What you got going on?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s just routine, nothing much.”

“It must be important cuz you’re going down there, right?”

“Maybe so, but still routine, nothing exciting.”

“Not like that Supreme Court case that came out today, huh?”

I said to myself, “Oh, I’ve got a talker here.”  I said to him, “Yes, that looks like big news.”

“I read the majority opinion,” he went on, “but I think Kagan’s dissent really nailed it.”

“I just read a news alert on my phone.  I haven’t looked any closer.”

“I’ve got a wife and two kids, so it’s pretty important to me.  You have kids?”

“No.  Happy with just a dog.”

“Hey, are you a lawyer?” he asked.

“Yes,” I told him.

He reached into the center console.  Then stretching his right arm back toward me and grinning broadly, he handed me a card and declared, “Me too!”

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