Dee-Rob

Yes. Yet another life experience and conversation.

Today, for the first time ever I walked into a process server office. It’s one of those businesses, like scorpion extermination or something equally fanciful and rare, that you don’t think a single thought about until you’re in need.

I filed the court papers for the dramatic court room drama in our lives. Then, I walked down the street to one of those nondescript office buildings where you find insurers and dentists and lawyers and teeny weeny marketing operations, all just starting out. The kind of building that could have been something else before it was professional offices and maybe has an awning.

A toddle down the hall, and I’m standing amid a couple of big, paper-loaded desks in a compact room. I knocked on the doorjamb, and a good-sized fella with the best, not-of-the-mainstream coiffing. The flowing, shoulder-length gray hair wen great with the classic Custer-styled goatee. You remember Custer, general with the famous Brazilian wax line of hair anchoring his chin.

Not at all a done deal, but I got to ask a nice man a lot of questions about a kind of esoteric day job. Even better we shot the shit about jurisprudence and all sorts of crazy ideas like teaching folks about civics and contract law.

I dug he saw himself as part of a chain helping little people fighting against bad people and the bad guys ended up paying his fee and court costs. Rock on legal helping man.

I’m not saying I’m quitting my job tomorrow, but I have a new fantasy gig to sustain me.

You’ve been served.