So my client fills me in: “We asked if we could serve by email – declined. We asked for consent for late service and filing so we could serve via courier – declined. Basically, we were told that our client made a serious mistake by bringing it to court so the other party is going to make our client’s life as miserable as possible.”
The service was in a town over an hour away. I timed it to arrive as close to 9:30 p.m. as possible – I got there at 9:22 p.m.
The lights in the house were off but I could see the blue flicker of a TV so clearly someone was up. The driveway was empty, but a car with a matching description and plate was parked across the street a couple houses up.
I walked up to the door and rang the bell – nothing. Dunno if it was broken or deliberately silenced. So I knocked.
Hard.
Lights came on all through the house and the door was opened by an adult male, Caucasian, black/brown, approx 55, average height, approx 250lbs, wearing Y-fronts.
Blue.
In need of laundering.
And nothing but.
He looked out, saw me, then flung the door wide and stared at me challengingly.
In my head, I’m thinking “Buddy, I’m half Finn. From my perspective, you’re a bit overdressed.”
Served.