There were three things I did not anticipate when I got into the faux online advice columnist game. First: by the time you realize that you loathe answering anything–surveys, the phone, simple questions, letters from a bunch of strangers–it’s too late. Next: people think it’s super-fancy to close their letters with “please advise.” It’s not. It’s douchetastic. And finally: people who write to fake online advice columnists have a lot of legal woes. A. Lot.
So I’m devoting today’s column to those of you desperately seeking legal advice. Please note that I am not an attorney nor am I qualified in any way to offer you sound legal counsel. But assuming you are one of those people who orders the series of hastily recorded “Understanding Bankruptcy” cassette tapes in the mail (and our Google analytics show that at least half of Act Classy readers are), you’re in no position to turn your nose up at free advice.
Just so we’re clear, anything I ask you is covered under attorney-client privileges, right?
Assuming the answer is yes, where would be the best place to store 600 cases of rare Indonesian Macaws so they won’t die while I lay low?
Anything you ask me is most certainly privileged, in the sense that it is a terrific privilege for you to fire up your computer only to find me on the other end answering your silly questions. However, please be advised that I will totally be putting your bird-trafficking self on blast for the world to see. I hope that’s okay.
In the interest of giving you the best advice possible, I consulted my friendly neighborhood professional organizer. She asked me to please leave and couldn’t I read because clearly the sign said “Restrooms Are For Employees Of The Container Store ONLY.”
Since the professional organizer was no help, I tried a little experiment. I am here to report that you should not store rare Indonesian Macaws in sandwich bags. As for your allergy, might I suggest you turn to alternative medicine: drinking Robitussin and calling your mother to confront her about not breastfeeding you long enough. – P.C.
Dear Professor Classypants:
I have a friend who has a really unfortunate laugh. It seriously sounds like a noisy flock of geese flying through a tunnel whenever she lets loose. I love spending time with her, but her laugh makes me want to puncture my eardrums. How do I handle it?
How fortunate that I happen to know someone looking to unload 600 rare Indonesia Macaws. If you bring them with you whenever you two meet, you’ll scarcely notice your friend’s honking chortle.
And in keeping with the theme of today’s column, might I offer some unsolicited legal advice: you should totally sue your friend for scaring the bejeezus out of your pet Macaws. – P.C.
I am in a Turkish prison. It’s as bad as they say. Can you bail me out?
It would appear from your signature that you are in a much bigger prison than the literal jail of which you speak. You are trapped by your love of musical theater or, perhaps, French literature. Either way, until you stop putting on airs and acting like a pretentious whatnot, you will continue to get the crap kicked out of you, in prison or out of it.
On second thought, your letter may also be a clever way to show us how much you know about very important films (yes, yes, we get it…Midnight Express and movies haven’t been good since the 70′s and blah di blah). It could also just be an unfortunate attempt to advance stereotypes about the good people of Turkey. Pretentious film buff or Turk hater, I hope someone locks you away for a good, long time. – P.C.
Dear Professor C:
My dogs won’t stop peeing on the floor. I’ve tried reasoning with them, but it doesn’t appear to be working. HELP!!!
Seriously? “Professor C?” Okay, Arthur Fonzarelli, I’m sorry you don’t have time to type my entire name. You certainly had enough energy to add all of those extra exclamation points at the end of your note.
But, no matter: the Professor is a dog lover so your letter went straight to the top of the pile. I appreciate that you first tried to reason with your beloved pets. After all, our dogs are not merely canine companions. They are family members and best friends. You wouldn’t scream at your child for peeing on your carpet. You might yell at your best friend for doing it but if things had deteriorated so already, yelling wouldn’t fix anything. So why yell at your poor, well-meaning, beloved dog and expect to get positive results?
You know what gets results? Litigation. See you in court, Spot. – P.C.
I feel like you are stretching this week’s theme a bit.
Your Act Classy Editor-in-Chief
Well, I feel like there’s an awful lot of space elsewhere on this website devoted to David Caruso fan fic. So. There. – P.C.
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