M and I went out on Friday night only for M to be picked up by a man I shall dub "Mr. Bankruptcy". Basically the way this went down was M and I were sitting at a table, drinking our draft beers and minding our own business and when we look up we are flanked on one side by people who pretty obviously are coming from a wedding rehearsal dinner (they just set the scene, nothing really to do with the story) and on the other by a group of guys, a couple of whom are "older".* At any rate, that group evidently feels the need to take over our table and start setting glasses on it, leaning on it etc (which would be fine except for that its a 4 top table. Not really room for extra people you don't know). Anyway, then one of them sits down and starts talking to us, and pretty soon we're surrounded by the whole group. A decent number of them left and we ended up with a set of brothers(enter Mr. Bankruptcy), one who is in his upper 20s (I'm going with 29) and one who just finished his junior year of college.
At any rate, Mr. Bankruptcy comes over and sits down next to me right as M says to another member of their group "Oh, she just graduated from law school". Mr. Bankruptcy sits down and makes a snarky comment about my graduating from law school, prompting me to say "Let me guess, you're a lawyer?" Turns out I was right! He is a lawyer, and a bankruptcy lawyer at that. This is how the following conversation goes:
Mr. Bankruptcy: Where did you go to school?
Me: Up in Indiana.
Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh, Indiana University.
Me: No, Notre Dame.**
Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh. [enter a comment that I remember being a little mean spirited but not clever enough to remember since I was working on getting a little tipsy]
Mr. Bankruptcy: So, do you have a job?
Me: Yup, I'm working at Legal Aid.
Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh, I guess its a tough job market***
Me: No, I actually wanted to do public interest work.
Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh, so you're one of the hundreds of people who apply to law school saying "I wanna help people"**** So, you actually work at Legal Aid?
Me: Yeah, and I like it!
[And then Mr. Bankruptcy gets up and leaves. Evidently saying you work at Legal Aid is a good way to scare away bankruptcy attorneys.]
Needless to say I was happy to scare this one off. Unfortunately he and M hit it off despite him being a jerk both to me, and then to her at the end of the evening. So we shall see if I have anymore encounter's with Mr. Bankruptcy. If I do, I will be sure to tell him that the only difference between his clients and my clients is that his clients actually had money to being with and then did stupid things with it (okay, I realize not everyone who goes bankrupt did stupid things to do it, but go with me here), whereas mine never had any money and then either couldn't survive off that amount of money (or did stupid things with it, that happens too).
And then (thankfully) he went home.
*Ok, to me older means 35-40s. I hope this doesn't offend anyone.
**When I tell him ND immediately the "oh, so you're too good for a state school" antenna goes up. This seems to be a pretty predominant attitude around here a lot of the time, which is unfortunate. This is where people start to get defensive about their own schools.
***Yes, this is the point where things get interesting.
****Keep in mind that the first sentence of my admission essay to law school actually was "I want to help people". No joke.
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