I’m not sure what happened to me last night but I wen to bed at 8:30 and slept straight through until 6:00am. I think it was the combination of driving to Michigan Friday night and then back on Saturday to go to Max’s basketball tournament that flowed into a late night, then a morning game finishing up with six hours of Liza family holiday party. Once everyone left our house ran for separate televisions and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I feel great today but that was still weird.

So I was up early and once I got ready, rolled the trash out and fired up the computer I realized that there was an hour until I had any work to do. I decided to replace my gasoline divot in the van so I headed to my Speedway for old times sake. The boys don’t get to see as much of me now that I’m either traveling or working from home so I like it when I have some time to chitchat. There was a big accident on the which meant lots to talk about. The problem this morning is one of the cranky pricks that I don’t like was working and he picked today to ramp up the piss-off.

He mumbled something at me about hurrying up while I was filling my pop. I didn’t fully hear it so I said something about speedway training and the laws of fluid dynamics to which he countered the ultra-witty “what did you just say?” It was in that tone that has to be experienced to be fully appreciated but I was not going to let it pass.

I should also tell you that this particular dude has that air of superiority that you would normally associate with the wealthy. It is definitely a better-than-you thing that he constantly puts out and that was the accusation with his question this morning. So that’s what prompted my non holiday response.

“Could you ask me again only this time put on your disposable food handling glove and shake a fist full of frozen hot dogs at me when you do it. That’s really going to make you look better than me. And then when you open your mouth again and really piss me off I’m going to spike this huge cup of pop like a touchdown football. Have fun cleaning that up you arrogant prick.”

Nothing. Obviously his engineering degree back in India included a class in figuring out when you’ve gone too far and he wisely shut up. His boss tried to apologize as I was paying but I told him it wasn’t his problem. His employee just has a horrible attitude and maybe he would be better suited to the work that he was trained to do. I came up with a bunch more on the ride home but couldn’t think of a viable excuse to return.

I am really trying to be less like that but he fired first.