We had a customer in the store yesterday who had argued in front of the Supreme Court back in the 1970′s. As one who loves to debate, it took me back to a time in my life when I was sure I would become a lawyer. That idea was quickly killed once I realized that not every day as an attorney resembles "A Few Good Men".
Last night I had a vivid dream. One of our best customers, who happens to be a partner at a high-powered law firm, had a case go in front of the Supreme Court, and he kept an extra chair at the table for me. Our team was impeccably dressed from head to toe: a three-piece suit or two, understated cufflinks, a pocket watch as an homage to Atticus Finch.
I was just a fly on the wall until Justice Scalia noticed that I hadn’t said a word during oral arguments, and condescendingly asked if I had anything to say for myself, to which I responded: "I’m just the haberdasher."
And then I woke up. I wonder what it means…