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Mr. Big Stuff

The attorney in one of the toniest spots on Long Island reeked from his own gaseous sense of inflated self-worth. Each time he deigned to speak (down) to me, or e-mailed me, he let me know how infinitely superior he felt to me.

Besides the fact that I quickly ascertained that he knew a lot less than I did about real estate, his overblown sense of self-worth was exposed by two things:

A) Google. I checked him out and saw that he had spent the two years since he left law school fighting red light camera tickets and DWIs.
B) His actual office. It turned out to be nothing more than a rented room, in a run-down office, located in an upmarket zip code.

You want to dazzle me with your expertise? Bring it on. Think you can impress me by an affected air of intellectual pomposity? That stuff went down the drain the day the internet was born (which by the way, was around before Mr. Big Stuff Puff).

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