1938_Packard

I'll just make more.

Which wicker head are you talking to?

I'm not activating the boob toob until my days off. Then, I'll watch Rowan and Martin's Laugh in.

There's no shortage of people who fix and upgrade them.

Invite her into a shower with you.

What if it's not even an idea that crosses your mind for months at a time?

They had been giving it to me and later decided to donate it.

I never said any such thing. This discussion had gone through countless pages and threads and I'm still not changing it.

They're using parabolic microphones to listen to the sounds you make when you eat cornflakes.

So, your whole argument is that the management didn't give me permission to take it, which is based on your false assumption.

So, what is the minimum, basic fundamental difference between hotel management giving the stuff to me vs. giving the stuff to a charity organization?

According to the way you personally define theft, Good Will and Salvation Army are trafficking in stolen goods.

Nice refund. This time around, I didn't have to wait a really long time to get all the necessary paperwork. Not dealing with anybody dragging his heals on a K-1 form.

Somebody I know deals with it by sleeping with the TV on.

There's Coors Banquet and then Street Legal has enough alcohol content to turn any brain into guano.

Picking up the Coors as we speak. Gotta love these web access cell phones.

Okay, so if it's a party, the beer has to be super strong. Natural Ice or Street Legal. Also, I gotta get rid of these Red Bulls, so I'll spin this by pouring it all into a big punch bowl with Jegermeister.

I can do that. Natural Ice, Ballentine or Coors? The place up the block seems to be selling it all cheaper than wholesale. I stopped drinking alcohol, so a whole case of beer could be yours.

All the psychobabble at my workplace is about customer courtesy and upselling. No, I'm not answering a patron who asked where to find a particular restaurant by telling him to stop in and browse the gift shop along the way. Maybe some Madison Avenue tardo consultant told our senior VP of marketing that that's what needs to be done, but the reality of it is that a hungry hick who wants to chew on a steak doesn't want to hear me talk about which vapes are for sale at the gift shop.

Sometimes it's beef. Sometimes it's Hot Pockets filled with whatever that stuff is that the label insists is beef. Oh, and I've got 42 Red Bulls in the fridge.

Periodically, my employer has me answering surveys about the department head and the supervisors. They're not multiple choice, they're essay answer. So, when I have decent supervisors, I say things like, "She does not unduly scrutinize my work." or, "He leads by recognizing the individual talents of crew members." When I have shitty supervisors, I say things like, "Please... replace him with somebody who doesn't brandish his quarter ounce of authority like a spoiled six year old who found his Daddy's pistol." They do encourage honesty in the surveys.

An employer is vetting you?

You can spend the night on the board or spend the night watching Hillbilly Bears on Hulu. Just make sure you show up at least one job holding jug of whisky in one hand and a wooden owl in the other. Me? I'm going to bed. Gotta see my tax consultant in the afternoon.

Somebody tried that back in 1968, but the blades got all bent up.