So I’m in court, doing an eviction. The tenant gives a sob story and indeed breaks down, sobbing. It’s a heart-wrenching and depressingly credible claim of a recent medical challenge in her family. She’s just begging for some time. I get a nod from my client and offer to give the lady three extra weeks to move out.
That’s when I hear someone hissing.
Lawyers and law students will recognize this instantly. It is the signal made from the back row of a law school class when one student morally disapproves of what another is saying. I’ve not been hissed at since law school because attorneys are supposed to be mature enough to understand when a brother or sister attorney is just doing his job.
I’d been hissed at enough in law school that I pressed on and got my client his judgment (and gave this woman, who I genuinely felt sorry for, the three weeks my client agreed to). But it was one of those times I wanted to just stop what I was doing, turn around, and say, “Really?“