One of the beauty of being in practice is the different people you will meet. You will be amazed, how dumb and helpless a person will become when he/she is desperate.
I had this client, S. S has my mobile phone number. Yeah, thanks to my clerk who don’t really understand my “Don’t give my phone number to the client” policy. S’s wife had just passed away so he wanted us to extract a Probate Certificate from the Court. It’s a simple lar…real simple one. All i need to do is make sure that all the Cause papers are in order and i would be able to get the Grant of Probate. The day before the hearing, S wanted to know what would happen during the trial. So i brief him…
“Mr. S very simple only. I will tell the Registrar that all our papers are in order and we will get the Grant of Probate.”
Sound simple right. IT’S DAMN SIMPLE LAR! GOD DAMN IT! Apparently, S was still very worry. He was worried that i could not wake up for the hearing. He sms-ed me at 7pm.
“Frank, Remember my Probate hearing tommorow morninig. Thanks”
He was worried that i didn’t leave my house early and hence stuck in the jam. He sms-ed me at 8am
“Frank, are you in Shah Alam Court yet?”
8am lar! The hearing don’t start until 9am.
Fine enough. I appreciate his kind reminders. As usual, i arrived and parked my car in Shah Alam Court at 8.30am. He said that he would be there around that time as well. I waited and waited…no sign of Mr. S and his two Petitioners.
At 9.30am, i called him…
“Mr.S, where are you?”
“I am stuck in the jam lar?.”
So much for all the reminders to me, Mr. S?
Finally he came at 9:45am and we got the Probate.
Then after, the nightmare starts…he would sms me every two or three days to ask me to extract the Certificate from the Court. Comon man, i am only human and the Court don’t work for him. I tried my best.
Later on, i changed my number. Mr. S could no longer sms me anymore. Instead he CALL my office…
“Why everytime i call you, you always tell me that you are chasing the Court for my Cert but no News one?”
“I am really chasing them hard.”
“Yeah but not good enough. You kept telling me the same thing everytime i call you.”
Bugger that is the truth, wah. What do you want?
Then he went on to give me stupid one liner…
” Serionsly Frank. If i am a rapist, i would like my case to be delayed as long as the year of 2020. But I AM NOT.”
Sorry Mr.S, i didn’t graduate from Hogwart, School of Wizardary and Witchcraft. I cannot jinx the Court staff when they refuse to work fast.