That’s where I cut him off. I reminded him that law schools don’t offer stenography classes, and I’d be happy to pass along any proposals to change the contract if he’d put them in writing and send them over.
He actually harrumphed at me, and then reproached me. “I’m sure your clients wouldn’t appreciate your slowing things down so much.”
Buddy, if wanting you to write down your extensive demands means I’m dawdling, then slap a shell on me and call me ‘turtle.’ Otherwise, please don’t treat me like I’m at the other end of a fast food speaker (and I’m sure you could be a little nicer there, too, mister).
Coda: When he finally gave me the list, my clients said “OK” and we were in contract two days later. The order-giver and I never met, as he wasn’t at the closing; his firm fired him and replaced him with a very polite guy.