“How do you do?” The man said to me as he tipped is hat.
“Do I know you?” I asked. “How do I know you?”
“How do you know me?” he responded. “Let me tell you how you know me. You know me from those bus stop bench ads. I’m a lawyer and my picture is on nearly every bus stop bench in the city. You need a lawyer, don’t you!”
I was shocked. “How did you know I need a lawyer?” I asked.
“How did I know!” he said. “I know because at some point in time, everyone needs a lawyer, and I happen to be a lawyer with a lot of know-how.”
“So you’re saying that you know how to be a lawyer?” I asked. “Doesn’t every lawyer know how to be a lawyer?”
“I would say that many lawyers know how to be a lawyer, although some may not know how,” he said. “But that’s not what I meant. What I meant is that I’m a lawyer who has the know-how to ferret out those who are in immediate need of a lawyer, just like you do now.”
“That’s amazing,” I said. “How do you do that?”
“The same way I know how to be good lawyer for you,” he said.
“Well how about that?” I said. “But how much do you charge?”
“How much can you afford?” he asked.
“If you’re really a good lawyer, I can afford however much you charge.”
“Great,” he said. “How about we get started right now.”
“And how!” I said.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. If you haven’t figured it out by now, Linda has given us the word “how,” and instructed us to it in our posts.