I left the motel to take the dog for a walk and buy treats for both of us in a nearby deli. The drive through Texas is long and boring. But, I was pleased to be making such good time on my journey back east from almost three years living in Arizona.
I inserted the e-card in the door, when we got back to the motel. Nothing happened. I went to the office. Nothing wrong with the card, said the desk clerk. Try again.
I have a hunch he assumed because I was over-50 I hadn't really gotten a hang of being digital. Still the door didn't open. Time was passing.
This time I raised my voice. I told the clerk to try the e-key himself. He did. No luck either.
He brought out some tools. Meanwhile, I got to thinking: Suppose I was in a diverless car and the technology failed. I could be dead, not just annoyed and delayed.
The tools didn't work. His next tactic was to get in through the window. He returned to the office to get another set of tools. Time was a -passing.
After about eight minutes he was able to remove the window. He reached in and opened the door.
My 11 years blogging about law and more had trained me to think like a lawyer. And to talk like one. I demanded, not requested, a discount on what I had paid for the room. The outcome: more than half off.
Perhaps had I been a lawyer I would have demanded that the entire bill be wiped off my credit card. A JD gives you that kind of confidence.