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“You Really Know Your Stuff”

That’s what I was told yesterday by an attorney who sent me a very bad contract (bad in three ways:  poorly drafted, contradictory, and lopsided in favor of a seller in a buyer’s market).  I made many additions and cross-references.  Some pages had more asterisk than Trump had wives, and others had as many carets as Bugs Bunny’s breakfast.

The proposed changes to the contract were faxed, and I waited for what I knew would happen:  the seller’s attorney called to discuss the multiple modifications.  But for once, I was fooled.  I didn’t get a macho defense based on pride of authorship or an attempt to intimidate.  I got a compliment and a thank you!

The praise was because I “really knew [my] stuff,” and the gratitude was because I showed him where “all the holes were” in his piece-of-crap contract.

He said he hoped I didn’t think he was “buttering me up,” because he still couldn’t consent to everything I asked for.  However, he eventually agreed to every one of my changes, because he didn’t have the tools in his arsenal to defend an indefensible document.


The universe may still be using me for target practice, but Monday’s bullet missed the mark. I held a deal together!

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