Managed to forget about waste of precious natural resource by way of leaking faucet because of news from up north about a client having been arrested for illegal possession of firearm. Strange, our conversation went. “Councilor, where are you?” “Here at the PD, attorney. I’m okay…” “You have the right to remain silent and to have counsel of your own choice…” “It’s okay, I’m okay, I can do this…” “Who is with you?” “The Provincial Director… I’m okay, attorney…” “I’ll call you back?” “Yes, attorney, i just stepped out and am heading back to S…” “Ok. Bye…”
Five seconds later…
“Councilor, I cannot emphasize enough… you have the right to remain silent and to have counsel with you if you’re being interrogated…” “I’m okay now, attorney, i can fix this…” “Are you sure?” “Yes, attorney. Thank you.”
What could my phone call have accomplished when client is approximately seven hours away on fair weather?
(Client has license, but without permit to carry.)
Mission accomplished (?), but, there was still the matter of the leaking faucet. Queries from the friendly neighborhood store did not produce results, i.e., still no trustworthy plumber in sight, much less, the Desperate Housewives kind. And so… I had to make do with the office landlady’s son, who, in his inebriated state, pulled their jeep out of the driveway, called on his friend, who just happened to be standing on the street, and drove our strange trio to my home sweet home.
We were crawling through Teachers Village and I was trying to calm myself. The two men couldn’t possibly do anything horrible at such a busy time of day, I tried to convince myself. Besides, lots of people were still out… “This is where you live? This place is crawling with drug addicts! Don’t take this route at night…” was the office’s landlady’s son’s (LS) advice.
In under fifteen minutes, the faucet was fixed. We stopped at an intersection on the way back to the office. “Do you see the girl in the jeep?” LS asked pointing to a girl in a tank top. “She’s my ex…” LS and his friend guffawed.
“Do you see the wake over there?” LS asked me again. He did not wait for an answer and said, “That is the wake of B… the worst drug pusher here… and in all the world!” LS and his friend laughed again. “Let’s pass by the place!,” they both agreed. Thankfully, we just sped past.
The lengths we’ll go through to have peace of mind and to conserve water.
Sometimes, I just don’t know why I do the things that I do.
