Today's Deposition Left Me Hungry

Okay.  Now, we've all been to some strange venues to take a deposition.  Among my "favorites" (not):

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A sand and gravel company outside next to a pit

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In the communal outside yard at a maximum security prison (yes, really)

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A hotel room.  Now, that may not seem strange, except the attorney slept there, the bed was unmade, and he was still getting dressed when he opened the door.  #Creepy

But today's was the best.  

A Chinese restaurant.  Yup.  And at 10:00 a.m., the aromatic smells of pork fried rice and egg foo yung are, shall we say, slightly overwhelming, no matter how much you love the Asian cuisine.

So here I am, set up at a table by the kitchen, and ready to go.  A waiter comes over and says, "May I help you?"  I explain that I'm not here to eat and was waiting for some attorneys.

"You want drink?"  Very pleasant young man.

A deposition with a waiter?  "Yes, I'd love a Coke.  Thank you."

Everyone shows up, we start the depo, and the kitchen starts clanking:  pots, pans, and LOTS of yelling.  This is fun.

But it gets better.  Now the Luncheon Special rush starts at around 11:30.  "Excuse me, Mr. Taking Attorney,  I'm having a little trouble hearing."  And focusing.  And breathing.

"Just get what you can," he says.  And right at that moment, a waiter walks by, and Mr. Taking Attorneys says, "Could I get an order of pork lo mein and scallion pancakes, please?"

WHAT????

When the deposition was finally over, and my verbatim skills were tested by the hordes of hungry soccer moms socializing over mai tais, scorpion bowls, and egg rolls, I decided I'll likely never each Chinese food again.

Another day in paradise. 

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