Fear for the future...

At a houseparty Saturday Night, a trio of young ambitious lawyers arrived (shall I presume a Prius?) and over the course of the evening I learned that two of them -- having gone through law school -- don't really like reading books anymore. I can only imagine that their legal pads in court must look like the rebus puzzles of "Concentration." (Y+oar) (N+oar) knot + (quilt+tea) shower + (pull+E).

The third lawyer admitted he likes to read, but at his call center job, he got so engrossed in whatever he was reading that he took the book to his car and read it on his way home on the interstate.

Can I hope that the crew (doomed to open their own bar called the Legal Pad) are all proecutors if I'm ever a defendant in court?