One of my previous lives
The paralegals use to whine about how they were sub-citizens in the law firm fiefdom. I remember once at a Jewel just after I was let go from the law firm I ran into this relatively new paralegal. She wanted to talk to me but she was in such a hurry that she couldn't stop for two minutes just to chat. yet we kept running into each other in every aisle.
Because that is when he peaked: The Sunday of the NFL Football Championship games, I got together with two friends. Karen and I went to high school together and though we didn't start to hang out until I transferred to UIC, we have been good friends ever since. I introduced her to her husband -- though I insist that won't hold up in court. The other friend Dan we know from UIC but also from volleyball. Before marathons and running took my life over, I was big into volleyball.
Not so much for the playing aspect. If I got a lot of practice in, I was decent but there were many who were much better than me. But I liked the social aspect. After the sun went down, we would go to a nearby bar and drink and socialize.
But since his divorce, he has quietly left the spotlight and seems to be on hard times. He seems to be strapped for cash and misses his time with his ex-wife. While he still laughs and has a smile on his face, he longs for those days when he was higher up on the social ladder. Did I mention that he also misses his ex wife.