Got to the part about “my great-great-great-great grandfather owned slaves” and had to walk outside. Not because I was offended. Because I was laughing in a way my body no longer supports without medical attention.
You’re a sick man. You’ve got the gift. And I say that as someone who once had to pull a 19-year-old intern out of a carbon filter after he tried to climb inside it to “feel what the water feels.”
Proud of you. But not in a normal way. More like the way you feel proud watching a coworker balance three Hardee’s biscuits on a clipboard during an OSHA inspection and not drop a single one.
Just read it.
Got to the part about “my great-great-great-great grandfather owned slaves” and had to walk outside. Not because I was offended. Because I was laughing in a way my body no longer supports without medical attention.
You’re a sick man. You’ve got the gift. And I say that as someone who once had to pull a 19-year-old intern out of a carbon filter after he tried to climb inside it to “feel what the water feels.”
Proud of you. But not in a normal way. More like the way you feel proud watching a coworker balance three Hardee’s biscuits on a clipboard during an OSHA inspection and not drop a single one.