Nary a Scar; so to Speak

I survived the bar exam. I have no idea if I’ve passed, but am never-the-less relatively unscathed.

Although… traffic on Wednesday nearly made me late for the Multistate portion. I had to pull what's become known in Boston as the "Tommy Butler" method of dropping off a rental car (after a former boss of mine once left one too many rental cars parked in front of baggage claim at Logan.)

Picture a guy booking down 3rd street at 8:24 a.m. (exam to begin at 8:30 sharp!) with briefcase in tow, his car abandoned, engine running, keys now with a person who the aforesaid wannabe lawyer hopes is a bellhop at the Doubletree Hotel.

I squealed my tires turning into the driveway and came to a stop in front of the closest hotel to the convention center, then tossed my keys in the general direction of a guy in uniform and ran like hell.

Lucky for me, he actually worked at that hotel!

Picked up the car during my lunch break. All he said was, “Boy you sure were in a hurry this morning. That’ll be 12 bucks.”

Seems a fair price to pay.