Are you his lawyer?
I was returning to my home one afternoon (11.10.05/from Dhanmondi to Gulshan) by an old worn out black cab driven by a shabby poverty-stricken driver when a new microbus hit the cab from behind, but to my utter astonishment, regrettably the micro's bumper was separated and almost collapsed apart. To this the micro-driver became unfairly infuriated. Stopping his car at the middle of a hectic Bijoy Sarani (near Rangs) he tried to drag the driver out of the cab and demanded his license.
Sensing trouble in a chaotic Dhaka road I suggested the enraged driver to report the matter to the nearest traffic sergeant for a solution. The micro pursued us up to Mohakhali, and we found a traffic sergeant there. I insisted to him that it was not the cab's fault. The quick-witted sergeant inspected both the vehicles, thwarted the demand of the micro, and agreed to let the cab go unpunished. At this an embittered middle aged lady, sitting in the luxurious micro, stormed out of her dear vehicle unexpectedly yelled at me, "Are you his (cab driver's) lawyer?" She queried! The smart sergeant then whisked her to the micro and gestured me to leave! I remained flabbergasted and mulled over "who's whose lawyer?"
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