(A Masterclass in Legal Bravery)
There is a special kind of courage in this world.
Not the kind that stands up to injustice.
Not the kind that protects the vulnerable.
No – I’m talking about the kind that waits until the very last minute on a Friday to accept service.
👏 Bravo, counsel. Standing ovation.

🎩 The Art of Looking Busy While Doing Nothing
Picture this:
A lawyer.
An inbox.
A document ready for days.
And yet – silence. Radio silence.
Until 4:59 PM on Friday, the absolute last day service is possible.
Then – ping! – acceptance.
Not because it couldn’t be done earlier.
But because it shouldn’t be.
This is not delay.
This is performance art.
💼 Professionalism™ (Now With Added Anxiety)
Let’s be clear about the context:
- I am not a lawyer
- I am self-represented
- I live with a severe anxiety disorder
Which makes this maneuver especially elegant.
By waiting until the last possible moment, counsel ensured:
- maximum stress,
- zero breathing room,
- and the added joy of paying for courier service on Monday just to file on time.
Efficiency? ❌
Decency? ❌
Psychological brinkmanship? ✅
🧮 The Math of Pettiness
Let’s break it down:
- Cost to accept service earlier: $0
- Cost to be reasonable: $0
- Cost imposed on me instead: $$$
But don’t worry – it’s all “within the rules.”
Because when lawyers say “It’s permitted”, what they really mean is:
“I technically got away with it.”
🦸♂️ Behold: The Hero of the Weekend
What makes this especially heroic is the asymmetry.
He gets:
- a calm Friday evening,
- a stable nervous system,
- and a firm handling logistics.
I get:
- deadline panic,
- logistical chaos,
- and the privilege of funding Canada Post’s premium services.
This is not litigation.
This is micro-aggression with a letterhead.
🧾 For the Record (Because There’s Always a Record)
I complied.
I served on time.
The documents will show professionalism on one side – and procedural pettiness on the other.
🏁 Final Thoughts From the Non-Lawyer
If your legal strategy relies on:
- exploiting anxiety,
- weaponizing deadlines,
- and manufacturing stress for someone without counsel,
then congratulations – you didn’t out-argue anyone.
You just told on yourself.
And yes, I paid for the courier.
Keep the receipt.
Justice, apparently, now comes with tracking.