Michael H. Wasserman

Before I was a closing lawyer, I was a junior litigator. The work was a never-ending grind of depositions, court calls, and trials in and around Chicago.

One day, my (awful) boss threw a crumpled real estate contract at me and said, “You’re doing a residential closing today.” And, “This is the buyer’s first home and the most important thing in his life right now. He is also my car mechanic. That makes it important to me too.

As I protested, my boss waived me off, and said, “Just find Seymour at the bank, and DON’T SCREW IT UP!” Nervously, I read and re-read the contract, then headed out to the bank.