For a period of time -- bed bug eradication time -- a station wagon stopped in front of a house on our street. There is a sign on the door of the wagon -- Bed Bug Specialist. A lawyer lives in the infested house. This is not lawyer neighborhood, but he would build a ten story house to house his extended family.
The bug specialist, a woman, goes into the house with the presence of someone giving counseling. She either found the bugs by divination or was called. I suspect the bugs spontaneously birthed in the white polo shirt that has been hanging in and against the upstairs window for many years.
Discretion is in question. I would not want it known that I was writhing in bed at night under the assault of bed bugs. Should the specialist not have such a declasse sign on her station wagon? It is not as unflatterling ironic as the coarse poc marked man sitting in the mini van bearing a sign for revolutionary dermatological treatments.
One can buy almost anything out of a SUV or mini van in our town.
Would you hire an attorney who was sleep deprived and welt ridden? Would you make public your hygienic liabilities?
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