In the fifth grade I went from being five feet tall to five feet four. In the midst of that impressive growth spurt, I swung on my jacket, knocked a moth in a glass frame off the science room wall, and broke the glass.
I appologized to the teacher, and offered to pay for it.
She screamed at me for ten minutes for being clumsy. No payment was required, except my self worth, which went to feed that bitch's sorry ego.
I hope to gracious somebody beat the tar out of her.
Nobody hates a bad lawyer more than another lawyer. Attorneys know a bad colleague tarnishes the whole profession. Teachers, doctors, police officers, never figured this one out. So the good suffer with the bad.