What I Learned from a Drunk Juror at the Esso Club in Clemson

The Clemson football team had the NC State game handled by halftime so my wife and friends convinced me that a walk to the Esso on this beautiful afternoon was a good idea. Trying to enjoy the time my wife and I have together with her out of nurse anesthetist school now and no kids, I obliged. The ladies were quick to try and find a restroom not made of plastic and almost full, while the men were expected to work through the crowd at the bar for adult beverages. Having attended Clemson, I was familiar with the Esso and strategic spots to approach for the best leverage and line of sight with the bartender. Not to mention, I could now afford to hold out a $20 bill.

As I approached my honey hole of a spot at the bar another gentleman in front of me turned around. I am about 6'2" and I had to look up a good many inches to him. He had apparently been there all day for this 3:30pm kick off based on the swaying motion I observed as he double fisted two orange Bud Lights. I was unclear of his intentions as he shouted and pointed at me saying, "I know your face!". I made some comment that I have a familiar face and he then asked if I was in sales. I said no and continued to try and get the drink order in. Then he said, "What do you do then?". When I said, "I am a lawyer." That seemed to help him clear all the clouds in his head and put it together as he shouted, "You're a *& liar!" Well, alcohol or no alcohol those are usually words that help escalate things and his three friends turned around and I felt my wife push past me in between us and start to divert the conversation.

We were both Clemson fans and I can not stand to see in fighting. I was relatively calm for the situation and simply asked why he would say that. He went on to explain in a round about way that he was a juror member on a recent trial I had in Westminster Magistrate Court in Oconee County where my two clients were liars. My bell went off then and I remembered his disinterested looks, attempts to raise my voice to wake him up during the trial, and total apathy in the whole trial process he was invited to participate in that work day. 

Realizing the gold in this opportunity to talk with a juror after a trial where inhibitions were low and honesty high, if not unfiltered, I asked what he disliked about the trial. He listed several things:

  1. The fact that he had to miss work to be there;
  2. My clients looked like they were liars; and
  3. I was an attorney willing to lie for them but in an educated way.

I tried to get him to be more specific but he could not remember the facts of the case or anything about the case. (It was a motor vehicle collision where the at fault driver pulled out into traffic and then immediately backed up into my clients after realizing he pulled in front of someone else. The insurance company for the at fault driver played hardball and made offers lower than the emergency room bills so we had to try the case). Plus if you have ever been in the Esso during a game, it can be difficult to carry on an indepth conversation. 

As I tried to pull more information out of him to improve my future chances of not being called a liar simply because I am an attorney, he finally softened up a little bit and said: "You know, I will give it to you though. You made me think. When I came in and sat down I immediately knew your clients were lying. (He made this decision prior to any parties being named plaintiff or defendant or hearing any attorney speak). He then said, "After you presented the case with your 'silver tongue', you had me thinkin...but then I just knew your clients were lying." 

I thanked the man for his feedback and bought him another orange Bud Light to go with the two in his hand. He quickly emptied one to make room for the extra and said I wasn't that bad after all. He told me not to worry because I still got paid and I quickly put that myth to bed to help him appreciate the generous orange Bud Light he had just received from the contingency fee lawyer that the jury found in favor of the other party. Which in laymen's terms means that lawyer (me in this case) didn't get paid or reimbursed for any time and/or costs in the case.

It gave me a fresh outlook at my cases and reminded me;

  1. We all are judged by our covers regardless of what the content may be;
  2. First impressions in trial are hard to shake; and
  3. You can't win them all (or over) but you can try the best case for your clients and still be called a liar by a drunk at the bar. 

Trammell & Mills Law Firm, LLC Supports Fort Hill Clemson Club Scholarships to Students

The cost of higher education has increased significantly since the attorneys at Trammell & Mills Law Firm, LLC have attended universities throughout South Carolina, Georgia, and North Carolina. In an effort to continually give back to those communities we work and live, T&M has sponsored the Fort Hill Clemson Club's fundraiser to provide scholarships to local students since 2011. This event centers around National Signing Day for college football recruiting, with Clemson coaches providing over 700 attendees with information about the newest recruits. More importantly the recipients of the Fort Hill Clemson Club scholarships are recognized for their outstanding accomplishments. Feel free to contact T&M or the Fort Hill Clemson Club for additional information on how you can support the local Clemson community


 If you want to see some real talent, check out Trey Mills in the video of the sponsors (starting at 4:59-5:30) :


If You Are Injured After a Wreck, Dog Bite, Slip & Fall or _______:Seek Medical Attention

It sounds so simple but so many people I interact with from Greenville, Anderson, Oconee, Seneca, Clemson, and the remainder of South Carolina, have a hard time understanding that lawyers are not doctors

If you are hurt, hurting, in pain, or otherwise not in the same physical, mental, or emotional state you were in prior to some traumatic injury, or incident, then you should seek medical advice.  Doing this simple act can help you on several fronts:

  1. This helps diagnose and assess your problems;
  2. This helps you get better; and
  3. This helps objectify and validate the change(s) in your condition.

Having grown up in the rural area of Prosperity, South Carolina and now working for people from similar areas of the state, the comment:

"I dont like going to the doctor. They are just going to give me medication and run up a lot of bills."

is a comment I hear all too often. However, try telling that evil insurance company that you are hurt, hurting, in pain, or otherwise not in the same mental, physical, or emotional condition you were in before ____________. (fill in the blank-wreck, slip & fall, dog bite, injury at work, and/or negligent product).

Try figuring out a reasonable and fair amount to be compensated for your injury when you are the only voice or piece of evidence in your favor. Think that evil insurance company will believe you more or a disinterested third party that has no interest in the outcome?

I know, most times the evil insurance adjusters wouldn't believe they were on fire if they saw their skin melting but you can only do your part as a reasonable person. Leave the insurance fighting to those that do it all the time and fight for your rights--trial lawyers, aka Trey Mills.

Tick....Tock.... Spring Forward/Fall Backward: Wake Up!

Too busy to make time for this and that, have to try and sign up this new client that really needs my help, one of my rentals is almost finished and I need to show it to potential renters, need to have my car looked at, need to have my back looked at, have to establish new relationship with local bank, (blah, blah, blah)...

Let's just forget it all and go enjoy a wet Saturday at Clemson with a beautiful date. Then make the rounds to all friends and family, go enjoy some box seats and finally sit down to watch the game. Tigers run down the hill to start the game and I jump up to enjoy some of the box amenities...

Who's that bald kid behind me? I bet he has cancer. I will talk to him when I get back down there. Wait, I know that bald kid, that's Chase Hamm and his mother, Melissa. ( A young man that grew up in the same town I did, went to the same high school, and is currently battling a brain tumor.) I turn around to say hello and I am greeted with a strong, yet excited handshake from Chase. We immediately recognize a bond and the struggle he is currently going through without saying a word. I couldn't help but be reminded  of 14 years back to a similar time in my life with a mother that carried the same expression on her face. A look of a mother willing to do anything to give happiness to her sick child, one of exhaustion, and one of relief that someone around her may actually be able to relate rather than look on with ignorance and/or pity.

During one point in our conversation, I realize my eyes are feeling really red and starting to fill with water. I dont have time to rush out of the room and I have not burst out crying since I watched my mother take her last breathes on her death bed.  I am able to turn toward the game in time and quell the eruption coming from my stomach. I think I do so without anyone noticing but that was not the case, especially given the silence of all parties. 

To hear how elated both Chase and is mother were to be able to attend the Clemson game helped me remember the simple joys in life.  When life was not the luxury I enjoy today by being able to physically do as I please. Not being restricted by my "counts", ie hemoglobin, white blood cells, and platelets.  It was bitter sweet how this outing back home may help them recharge for another couple weeks of battling in the trenches at St. Jude.  Chase was also excited to watch his cousin play for the opposing team, Coastal Carolina.   

Seeing Chase helped on several fronts:

  1. It was a reminder of where my life was and where it is now;
  2. A reminder to snap out of that typical American nature to be so caught up in everything that you don't see anything;
  3. A refresher that no amount of possessions will replace love and companionship;
  4. That cancer was the best thing that ever happened to me because I have experienced, accomplished, and obtained more in the 14 years of extra life than most do in their lifetime; and
  5. Normal people are boring, crazy is cool. 


Trey Mills is a Personal Injury Lawyer: Not a Singer/Realtor/Florida Attorney- Or Is He?

  1. If you or your loved one has been injured as a result of another person's ignorance, negligence, or omission, please feel free to call upon this Trey Mills. That would include accidents, slip and falls, dog bites, product liability issues, and other personal injuries that result in losses and harms to you or your loved ones. if you need a phone number: 864-231-7171.
  2. If you want someone that sings, you need to visit this Trey Mills. He actually took the web page I would like to have but I guess in all fairness, it was his first. This Trey Mills sings and has Trey Mills myspace pages, Trey Mills Facebook pages (totally different than this Trey Mills Facebook page), and other Trey Mills singing related links.
  3. If you want a Realtor to assist you with purchasing homes in the Lake Conroe area of Texas, you need this Trey Mills. This Trey Mills has a website called http://www.justasktrey.com. That is a pretty cool marketing twist for a Trey Mills. I guess I can mark that one off. If you need a phone number: 936-788-4712.

Those are the top three Google searches when you Google "Trey Mills". However, it is weird that I have met another Trey Mills that also graduated from Clemson and is a lawyer. Not quite the game of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon but interesting all the same. Then again, since I am officially Floyd S. Mills III and I go by "Trey", sign my name "Trey", and introduce myself as "Trey", does that make me THE TREY MILLS?

Well, I guess this should be lead article in any Google searches of "Trey Mills".......................... and your Google Juice is mine.

Clemson University Wins Battle of the Palmetto State

Keeping my focus on informing, educating, honoring and memorializing the injured victims of South Carolina and their families, I would be remiss if I did not mention the drumming the University of South Carolina received from its upstate rival.

If you are from this great state of South Carolina or currently reside in this state and share a love for college football, you understand that there were injuries handed out yesterday in Death Valley at Clemson University. Fortunately, I was not called in to action for any on the field but if you are aware of any injuries off the field that may require my services, please keep reading my blog and contact me at your earliest convenience.

The Battle of the Palmetto State is the annual Clemson vs. South Carolina football game, replete with: