Soo, this was quite a few years ago when we were making inroads in building our Agency business. My Dad, who lived in Australia then, told me it was time to start setting up company formations and trusts, so for me to find a solicitor in town who could help with this as well as other matters such as writing contracts and so on.
I had seen a solicitors nameplate to an upstairs office in the high street so just went there. The office looked very old, maybe like 50 years ago but clean and tidy. The receptionist/secretary looked old to me too, at least retirement age. And when she introduced me to the solicitor he was even older, in his 70's I found. But he was lovely so I retained him as my Dad had instructed.
Over the next few years we became fairly close. His secretary finally retired and he closed his practice but kept his office and continued working for us. In his very late 70's now, he had often talked about Bentley cars and finally bough himself one. Next time I went to to see him I had to go back downstairs to see his Bentley then he took me for a ride all around town. It was his pride and joy.
So few months later I had to go and see him, pulled into his parking area and his Bentley the only car in there. Then I got naughty, decided to play a razz on him. So I called a recovery business and when they got there I told them I wanted to razz someone and to park in front of the Bentley and look like they were about to load it up.
So I go upstairs to his office, he's sitting behind his desk waiting for me. I said - What's happening with your Bentley? there's a guy down there hooking it up to take it away. He jumped out of his chair, raced to look out the back window, then raced past me and down the back stairs. He was going so fast I could hardly keep up, I thought I was going to kill him. He races up to the driver, says what's going on? what's going on?. I had given the driver a story to say the finance company was repossessing it because he was behind in his payments. He was saying no no no I paid for it, I paid for it. The driver was saying sorry but I have to take it. Meanwhile I was behind Mr Simpson, doubled up and just about wetting myself trying to not laugh aloud.
The driver did good for awhile but finally being able to see my reaction he started laughing too and pointed at me saying she did it. Mr Simpson looked round at me, looked back at the driver then back around at me, still killing myself at his very animated antics.. I wasn't fit to explain the razz so the driver did it for me. Mr Simpson walked over to me, I looked up and he wagged his finger at me, saying you'll keep young lady, you'll keep, which sent me into more laughter. Then he said something to the driver and started walking back to his office. When I recovered a bit I decided that maybe that day wasn't the best day for our appointment, so high tailed it out of there. But he forgave me. lol.