Thread Slayer

So I am driving down the street and I see this sign for:

RAGE

ALE

and I think to myself "Yummy, I like angry beer!" So I go down the street to the place and it just turns out that the sign was folding in the wind and really said

GARAGE SALE

. When am I going to stop falling for this?

One of my co-workers ate my chicken dinner out of the fridge tonight; I found my empty dinner box on the top of the trash in our break room trash can, so I was able to narrow it down to 4 of the males on two units by their break times. I was so pissed, and no one would fess up, or rat out the other, so I told them I was going to bite them, and see who tastes like chicken. Two of them couldn't stop laughing, and cracking jokes about going around sniffing chicken fingers for me, and dusting for fingerprints, one got red in the face, stuttered, and swore it wasn't him, and another changed the subject, walked off, but was smirking, and peeking around the corner at me. I have a feeling I'll find out who it was by next week; the animal owes me $8! It's pretty sad when you have to lock up your food.

Very sad G. You work in a psych ward and you can't trust your coworkers, much less the patients.

I bet it was the smirker.

Leave another plate laced with copious amounts of turbo-lax. Hehe... that'll root em out. ;)

A pack of Anti-Slayers you are

Pffffft, it's actually less stressful, and safer in the general population of Detention Centers, and in corrections, than on forensic-psych units, and psych ERs these days, serious-Lee, which tells me to follow my heart, and get a job at BJs; I'll just have to re-wire my brain, hummm,mmmm,ummm, "The customer is always right, right!?" , do antique dealing on the side when this damn economy shapes up, and concentrate on school. PS: I pretty much have the entire BJs menu memorized already! WooHoo!!

BTW...Lee, I think it was the smirker too. Oh, hell, I'm over it; nobody is perfect, and I still like them all. Luckily, their positive qualities outweigh their dinner thievery tendencies!

And, Buff! Who are you calling an Anti-Slayer? : )

I just keep posting to get us further away from Christian's butt shot, and all the reminders (Daryl!) that I feel like a cartoon character. ; )

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And a little further away from Christian's butt shot.

Kat A wrote:a little further away from Christian's butt shot.

Dirty Gri Gri, or is it GiGi wrote:... serious-Lee, which tells me to follow my heart, and get a job at BJs; I'll just have to re-wire my brain, hummm,mmmm,ummm, "The customer is always right, right!?" , do antique dealing on the side when this damn economy shapes up, and concentrate on school. PS: I pretty much have the entire BJs menu memorized already! WooHoo!! ; )

I always remember one of my Dad's sayings: If you piss off the waiter he will spit on your food. The customer is NOT always right.

I always treat the people who bring me food with the utmost respect and I tip well.

One of my favorite Aunt's was an antique dealer; I see a lot of you in her. She was the one who took me bottling; I am sure I mentioned it when we were talking at BJ's in March.

I think you would be an exceptional antique dealer.

Lee Smith wrote: I think you would be an exceptional antique dealer.

Thanks, Lee! I did seem to have a knack for it, and I did quite well with it in the past. It's a great side job, for sure. Now's a perfect time to buy. : )

I'm sort of teasing about working at BJs, although sometimes my friends, and I fantasize about where we'd like to work. I love that place, and I hope I can treat you to dinner at BJs when I'm in Colorado! Our vacation plans are coming together, and I will PM you the details when things become clearer.

Hey, has anyone seen The Hangover?" The Vegas locals said it is sooo like Vegas, and cracked up from start to finish. I'm going to see it tomorrow, serious-Lee! I need my once a month movie theater fix.

Niteee, nite, fellow Thread Slayers....

Lee, who's cute dog is that in your profile picture?

That would be Torrey. She is a sweetheart and I was recently sitting her while Legs was in California. Torrey has breath like butterfly wings beating the air. Not.

I sandbagged my partner into climbing a well-protected 5.10c today; she thought it was a 5.8. To be honest, I thought it was a 5.8 too, until I got on it. And even then I was thinking to myself that "this is the hardest 5.8 I've ever been on!" (except for perhaps the Umph Slot, but that doesn't count!)

It was only when Jon and Brett from the SCAT happened to meet us at the base of the Rincon that we learned the truth of what we'd just climbed. Small freaking world. Thanks for your patience, guys.

Do I feel bad about it? No f'n way! She hangdogged that sucka, but I encouraged her to keep tryin' for it and she got it. I got to ride a toprope. :)

Did it have a gnarled clump of half chewed ham sandwich in it?

underwho?

Mike, don't lie. It's ok to spray about how you were headed off to send Little Devil when the Ham Sandwich attacked your ego and thus cratered from that freakin scary 32" highball.

Funny Mike!

You've tripped on the Threadslayer conundrum: a slaying cannot be acknowledged...or you fail.

On another note, check your email, por favor.

EDIT: Besides, shouldn't that be Slayer Crusher? And let go already! He's obviously in severe pain!

Hey smart guy, how come the math/science/engineering digit brain grunted and struggled futilely with a certain task, while the liberal arts math ignoramus was the one with the mechanical sense to know the rope needed to be lower to clip?! Hmm?

And I never asserted slaying = crushing. I'm observing that you are crushing not the thread, but the slayer of the the thread. U crusher...Lee slayer; u crush Lee; u slayer crusher. Accept it or your linguistic intuition is merde.

About your well-stocked pharmaceuticals...are you sure? Great prices! Word on the street is you could use 'em.

Mike, that's hilarious!

Shawn, have you been into the pharmaceuticles yourself?

Just a little performance enhancer before Tuesday Night Offwidths!