In the ED we treat all kinds of people, all walks of life, without prejudice (we strive, but we’re people, too). And, interestingly, people like to tell me what they do when I’m chatting with them. This is different than the medical history, and usually while performing whatever procedures we need to do.
The most reticent to tell me what they do are lawyers (and I’m just guessing here, but if I was a lawyer in an ED I’d worry a little that I’d get over-tested and overdiagnosed due to medmal paranoia; so far as I know not one of my colleagues has ever gotten as much as a phone complaint from a lawyer they took care of, and that’s the sort of thing doctors would talk about). That kind of reticence is not the same in people who work for lawyers.
I was reminded of this by a post from Overlawyered about the couple on a Southwest flight who (allegedly) were attempting to join the Mile High club, in coach. One of the coitus interrupti (allegedly) said, when denied further alcohol service, “I work for a lawyer,” joining a not terribly select club of people who think their bosses’ importance in one field confers special powers to them in the ED. Usually while drunk.
“Do you know who my boss is?” is slurred, at highly indignant volume just often enough for the staff to say, in unison “No, and we don’t care”. It’d be terribly funny were it not for the now emasculated and indignant drunk we still have to take care of.
So far, nobody has tried to join the mile high club in any of my ED’s, but I practice pretty close to sea level. And nobody cares who I work for.
Update: at least one lawyer says I’m right!