I got a pretty interesting phone call earlier today, or rather my wife did, who forwarded the voicemail along to me, since it was I whom the caller was looking for. It was a brief message, claiming to be an attorney with a company that I previously worked for in Florida and asked me to give him a call back, so intrigued, and a little bit worried, I did. As I dialed the West Palm Beach area code, I scanned my brain, looking deep into the recesses of my mind trying to think what this could possibly be about. My first instinct was that it was something bad, because the default setting in my mind is negative, and when is an attorney calling you out of the blue good news? Although I was about a thousand percent sure this wasn’t going to be a fun phone call, I had no idea what it was going to be about, until on the third ring the attorney answered and informed me it was in reference to an incident that happened at the store where I was working several years ago that they were being sued for. You would have thought that would have cleared things right up, but no, I still had no idea what he was talking about, but I held onto a secret hope that grocery store that used to employ me had been running a massive illegal gambling ring in the back of the store and somebody was suing because their left pinky had been chopped off when they hadn’t been able to pay what they owed at the end of the night. Sure, it would have come as a complete surprise to me and there would be no helpful information that I could provide, but it definitely be a case that drew my interest.
I’m glad I didn’t blurt out anything about my theories on illegal gambling rings taking place in the backroom of a respectable grocery store chain, because I would have looked really stupid when he said that it was in reference to a woman who slipped on a piece of fruit, and I was the first one on the scene. As quickly as I rushed over to the fallen that day, the memories came rushing back to me, sort of, in the sense that I vaguely remember the incident happening but any specific details were left behind when I left Florida nearly two years ago. Aside from remembering that the customer had slipped on a piece of fruit, I do not remember anything else about it, not even the type of fruit that caused the fall, but selfishly I hope it was a tomato so that it can be relentlessly reminded to everyone involved in the case that tomatoes are fruit and not vegetables like too many people believe. I think it’s important to learn as much as you can, and if nothing else comes of the case, at least a lesson on which food group a tomato belongs in can be learned by all.
The reason this man was calling me after all this time, is because the other lawyers, the ones suing my former employer on behalf of the woman who slipped, said that they have been in contact with me and have scheduled my deposition in Fort Pierce Florida, and the company’s attorneys figured that if I was going to be talking to the other lawyers, then they should at least track me down to get a statement of their own. I hope you’re sitting down for this, because I wasn’t and it completely threw me off guard, but this was the first time hearing about the lawsuit, I haven’t been in contact with any lawyers, and I haven’t been to Fort Pierce in nearly two years, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have agreed to go down there for a deposition about an event in which the details are completely forgotten to me. I don’t know who those lawyers have been talking to, but it wasn’t me, something that shocked the attorney on the other end of the line, although there’s no way he was as shocked by this revelation than I was, given he at least knew that a lawsuit was taking place.
Although we did get it ironed out that I live in Tennessee now, the fact still remained that the woman’s lawyers were still going to want to depose me about the incident, since I was first on the scene. I guess I can be considered a first responder. You know what, I heard it, and that seems a little disrespectful to the real first responders who save lives, so you don’t have to call me a first responder if it makes you uncomfortable. The good news is, I’m not going to have to go to Florida for a deposition, so the lawyers will have to come to me and meet at my convenience so it really shouldn’t be too much trouble….for me. I assume it’s going to be a massive headache for the other guys, to come all the way here just for me to tell them I honestly don’t remember, but I guess that’s what they unknowingly signed on for when they took the case, so forgive me if I don’t lose any sleep over their troubles. I’ve never been part of a legal deposition before, and this morning, I had no reason to believe that I ever would be, and while this is the kind of random thing that seems to happen to me all time, blessing me with new stories to tell in my blog, it’s something I still can’t get used to, especially at noon on a Wednesday.