I pulled a 9 hour shift today on about 4 hours of sleep thanks in part to jet lag, strange dreams due to reading "Lamb, the gospel according to Biff, Jesus's childhood pal," 1 person out on vacation, 1 person out sick, all of Minneapolis, Denver, and Cleveland deciding they want to rent dumpsters RIGHT NOW, boneheaded morons who want to take their anger on the world out on me, wives interpreting for their husbands yelling in the background and seeing what happens when a Chrysler runs over a scooter.
Which, by the way, looks like this
Owner of the scooter? Got away with out a scratch. He JUMPED OFF before the crash. The police told him to go buy a lotto ticket. Damn guy is a ninja.
Owner of the Chrysler? We don't know - maybe was going through a diabetic seizure or something, maybe on drugs, he had a needle in his hand and was *not* operating on this plane of existence.
Tomorrow's another early day, but hopefully I'll only have to work 8 hours.