I saw my Space Buddy again . . .

. . . while I was eating lunch.  Frankly, it's kind of weird how he just shows up out of nowhere like that.  I mean, there you are by yourself.  Then, you look down at your phone to check your Facebook notifications and when you look up, he's sitting there.  What's really weird is he acts like he's been there the whole time.   Kinda' makes me wonder if he has been, like maybe he can be invisible or something . . .
Anyway, he didn't stay long; said he only had one question.  Turned out that wasn't quite true; apparently, he's picking up on English quirks pretty quick.

"You know that thing you told me about laws - how they get written and voted on?"
"Mhmmm." I mumbled through a closed mouth.  

He has that strange ability that waiters and waitresses all seem to develop: the ability to time their questions to finish when the fork is just crossing the threshold of your lips.

"And do you remember how you told me about lawyers and how they make their living by arguing all day about laws and charging people absurd amounts of money to do something that ranks somewhere just below basket-weaving on the difficulty scale?"

 
He has a real good memory - seems like he can quote almost everything I say.

"Yep." 
"Is there any particular reason why you keep voting for lawyers to write laws?"

I'm beginning to get the impression that when this guy writes his report, we humans are going to look like an elevator operator consulting a map . . .