know-nothing

Today I got scolded - and this is from the nice professor - for saying, "I don't know."

Oh sure, he wrapped it up in a nice little package of, "Because you're all becoming lawyers, there's this thing we do, which my wife calls, 'answer-for-everything-syndrome'."

Of course, when I said I didn't know, it was because I was tired of playing his game. Much as when Selma brings me the ball, all eager to play - for about two tosses, and then she gives me a look over her shoulder: "Well, you want it, you get it."

Except that, he called on me without my asking. And I was eager - I did what was a damn good brief and analysis of the case. He didn't even know what to say after I was done; he fumbled through his notes until he finally found something I hadn't addressed. "And why was this a matter for the court to decide rather than the jury?" Because it was a matter of law, through res ipsa loquitur, rather than a matter of fact for jury as fact-finder to find. But he calls on me ALL THE TIME, and I feel like in a class of 85, it's rude for me to talk all the time. I didn't care to package the answer in a way that he would approve of, so I just wanted to pass on to someone else who hadn't spoken. A little like looking over my shoulder at him: "You want the answer, you get it."

OK, my Entergy scandal has reached comic proportions - but I'm not laughing. They came back to read the meter today (after not being able to read the meter yesterday because they "couldn't find it") - and READ THE WRONG METER - despite it being clearly marked with the addresses. I've spent about 2 hours and 10 emails with them on this issue, and it's STILL NOT RESOLVED.

Now, I may know nothing about law, but I DO know how to read a gas meter, and I DO know that they're 100CCFs too high on the bill.

Oy.

So, I'm off to the aiport to pick up Jenny, and I think I'll go a little early - do some homework there while eating filled beignets. I'm too distracted here, and I keep thinking of how much electricity it takes to run these A/C units. Sigh.