I got a job with a paint contractor once and met him at the paint store so I could ride with him. The first half mile of the commute was nothing but negative bitching about how shitty his help was and how they made more money than he did... not to mention how it was impossible to hire anyone who wasn't an idiot.
At the first traffic light we stopped at, I got out of the vehicle without a word and walked back to my truck... then proceeded to the neighborhood bar to spend the rest of the day.
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Please type slowly. I can't read very fast............... and no holy water, please.
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