True story. When I got out of law school, I was supposed to get hired by "local big firm," but it kept getting pushed off, so after a month or so, I just hung my own shingle.

Over the next few years, I stole a few big clients from them.

One day I get a call from one of the partners. He says he wants to have lunch. I agree. I let him pick where. He actually picked my clients restaurant, though I never told him.

So I meet him on my territory mind you, which again he didn't know. He tells me about how his firm has locked up the business in the surrounding towns, but he just can't breach this one. He lists of every board, chamber, etc he and the other partners are in, etc. The whole things ends with a job offer.

You know what I told him? I said... "Of course you can't get any business. I mean look at you. You're wearing a three piece suit, and God forbid that the words 'shit' or 'fuck' ever cross your fucking lips. With that outfit and attitude, no one around here will hire you."

I followed up with "You know... I play a lot street ball. If there's one thing it's taught me, it's that when you get the ball, you run with it."

He didn't know what to say. Behind the scenes, I've been told I existentially pissed him off.