A few weeks ago, I was eating breakfast at the Petro Truck Stop in Amarillo Texas.
I was yucking it up with some other mis-fit truck drivers and I wa laughing at something someone said, laughing HARD!
I leaned back in the seat, it was a little stool, close to the ground and as I leaned back, I heard a CRACK and the seat ripped off the pedastel and dumped me onto the floor, laughing HARDER now!
The waitress hit the "auto-freak" button and went running for the manager.
I was finished with my meal and went ot pay my check, the cashier told me that the manager wanted to see me before I left. I thought "Great" and was trying to figure what a new barstool would cost me.
The manager just wanted my name, address and such for her accident report and even offered to pay for my meal.
After that was done, I went around the corner, called the truckstop on my cellphone and got the manager on the phone. She didn't know it was me and CERTAINLY didn't know I was watching.
She answered and I said, "Hello, my name is Bernard Shapiro and I understand the my client, Mr. James Frost recently suffered a personal injury from a fall off of a defective seat and could be entitled to MILLIONS of dollars for his suffering."
This poor manager turned as white as her shirt, her jaw dropped open and started stammering and stuttering. Remember, she hadn't even finished the accident report yet.
I let her twist for a few minutes and told her that her assest were also at risk "and what a fine asset it is, if I may say so"
She looked shocked and I started giggeling and the jug was up.
She looked around and saw me laughing-she wasn't, but then she did.
That was a hoot!