This had never happened to me before but I had some DB process server serve my wife at my house by handing the papers over the back fence to her during my kid's pool party. You can't truly appreciate the legal profession until you've had them approach your family in front of all your friends and had your spouse have to try to reassure your child that daddy isn't going to jail at their own party, all while you were easily reachable working at the ED where the incident in question had taken place.
Oh, I know. Remember this one?
"My kid and I are outside in the front yard blowing bubbles, enjoying the blue skies and 70 degree weather when she says, “Cool Daddy! Look, there’s a police car coming down the street. Oh, cool! I think he’s coming to see us!”
Uh, oh, I think to myself. Despite my kid’s excitement, I know that rarely does anything good come delivered by a policeman. My wife is inside, my one kid is with me and my other is inside, so they’re not coming to give me some tragic news. Or are they? My parents … my siblings … is everyone okay? Why is a sheriff pulling into my driveway?
I exhale for a minute. Maybe it’s Jim, the officer that lives in the neighborhood, I think to myself. He’s probably just stopping by to chat or say, “Hi.” As the car rolls closer, squinting to look beyond the window glare I see that it’s not Jim. It’s an officer I’ve never seen before. Clearly none of us has done anything to get arrested.
“Daddy! I wanna go see inside the police car! Daddy, will he give us a ride? Ooh, ooh, can I see his gun? Cool!” says my kid, jumping up and down with excitement.
“Let’s see what he wants,” I answer.
The driver door opens. A huge officer gets out, in grey uniform, bulletproof vest bulging underneath, with black wrap-around sunglasses, and a toothpick in his mouth.
“Are you Dr. Bird?” he asks, as serious as a heart attack.
“Yes, sir,” I answer.
“I got a present for ya,” he says, as he pulls a thick rolled up stack of paper from under his arm and hands it to me. “Here’s your...(
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