Was at a Boy Scout Meeting. A kid tossed a rope my way. It hit my back. I grabbed it with my right hand, and the kid stomped on my hand, Hit the third knuckle, and doing anything with my right hand makes me want to commit a massacre.

 

I don't normally support violence but you need to kick that kid's skull in.

 

If violence doesn't solve your problem, you aren't using enough of it.

 

But thank God you're not Antifa, @Salsa, otherwise Scott would have a huge problem with violence.

 

How about a batarang? Would that do?

 

Just wait for the kid to have any black clothing on, then he's just as bad as a nazi or ISIS, right?

Man, the things I learn on this board, I tell you.

 

Thank God some people have a sense of humor and can recognize a tongue-in-cheek post when they see one.

 

Yea, Scott, thank God some people have a sense of humor and can recognize a tongue-in-cheek post when they see one.

/giant eye roll

TOMD: Came into work this morning and some lady was standing near the building doors on the sidewalk screaming "YOU BETTER TELL HIM NOT TO FUCK UP MY TOWELS!"

I wish to know the context.

 

This reads like an r/writingprompts post, tbh...

 

There would be an entire chapter devoted to "all of the different times idiots asked me to do things which were illegal."

There would be a second that said was "all of the times very smart people asked me to do things which were illegal."

The third chapter would be "all the times I or someone else paid an attorney to make something that should have been illegal completely legal."

TOMD: Bought myself a beautiful slab of highly figured cherry. Almost all of the grain is curly. I'm turning it into either a desk top or a credenza. Not sure which yet. It's beautiful. Nearly 20 board feet, and I'm likely to lose half an inch at most to the flattening process.

 

Soooooooo uh... let's just call it an anonymous tip, right?

Second TOMD: Train this morning was 25 minutes late. Train this evening was 45 minutes late before it even left. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck

 

What problem do you have with towels? Those things are important.

 

Nope. The whole point of a memoir is to name names and be completely out of fucks for all time.

 

I think his joke was that he was gonna act on the info and call it an anonymous tip.

 

After an abysmal hour of procrastination, I finally finished the dishes.