Yes. Like the Magazine
Turkey didn't figure this out until the afternoon. Around 3pm he told me to call a guy to ask if he had the file. I called. A half hour later the guy called back. "The good news is I've got the file," he told me. Great! "The bad news is, I'm in Sacramento," he continued. Bummer! "But," he went on, "the other good news is I pulled over when I got your voicemail and I'm now parked in a strip mall that has a UPS store. They'll have it to you by tomorrow morning at 8am." Great!
This is a pretty big deal. If Turkey shows up unprepared for a case because he lost the client's entire file, well, the word malpractice pops up.
The funny part is while I was on the phone with the guy, he asked for the office address. My sunken living room office is in the highest floor of the building. Turkey likes to show off, in every possible way he can, so instead of just saying it's the 32nd floor, he tells everyone it's the penthouse. He makes us use the word "penthouse" in the address all the time. So I tell the guy the street address, and then say the word, "Penthouse."
There's a pause, and he asks, "As in the magazine?"