One evening you are leisurely flipping the pages of a magazine and suddenly your heart starts racing. There it is: your invention, your brainchild looking at you from the pages of the magazine. How could that be, you ask yourself, I've got the patent on this thing and someone else is selling it? Your imagination takes flight and you envision the BAD GUYS making a FORTUNE with your idea.
This is more that you can bear and the very next morning you are sitting in the office of your trusted patent attorney, the one who helped you to get this patent in the first place. You explain to him your predicament and promise him a portion of the future fortunes if only he agrees to take the bad guys to court. Your are surprised to learn that your good ol' patent attorney is not a litigator, that he only prosecutes patent applications before the Patent Office and has never set foot in a courtroom.
