Oh, the drama, the horror!
I had one of my neighbors come fussing about my dogs barking at 4:30 am, which made his dog bark and wake his kid up.
If he hadn't been such an ass about it, I might have done something about it.
However, since my dogs don't get out of bed till 5, I knew whose dogs they are that are fussing at the butt crack of dawn.
It was all I could do to hold my tongue, and be reasonably cordial.
I SOOOOOOOO wanted to inform him that it takes me 4.3 seconds to retrieve my shotgun and load it. It takes 7.8 seconds to run to the street from the front step.
Buckshot flies at 2600 feet per second. Which do you think will reach the street first?
But, alas, professionalism got the best of me.
Which brings me to another point of interest in that some people love the sound of their own voice, and are so uncomfortable in their own skin that they go out of their way to make others miserable, else they wouldnt have any interaction with others whatsoever.
Its called self loathing, and surprisingly prolific in modern society.
It has caused more than one "open mouth, insert foot up to the hip" moments!
I RIDE, THEREFORE I AM
COWBOY UP OR GO CRY IN THE TRUCK