When I was in high school, there was a guy who popped popcorn without a frying pan lid. Truth. The same guy would sit at a bar until 2 A.M. and keep looking at the clock. Weh the bar closed at 2 he'd say, "Well, I can finally go home now."
When I worked in a factory, a rather large man would turn toward me every day as we punched the clock and say, "Well Bohn, that's another day closer to the grave." He was a cheerful fellow and eventually achieved his goal.
I worked for a man who was so feared we had to wait for him to leave the room to take a bite out of a sandwich. Ah, those were the days ... never imagined a phrase like 'psychological safety' back then.
I worked with another guy who regularly dispensed human gas when we carpooled. The company Army nurse gave him a talking to, because I ratted him out.
Then there was the crazy drunk lumberjack who would shqke his fist in my face (at age 13) and ask me, "Do you want to feel the sleeper?" Scared the heck out of me. Good times. Oh, and he had two brothers - and btw - they lived with us.
Met a man from Scotland who lived with us and played bagpipes in our garage.
Then, of course, there are quite a few people I worked for who were narcissistic, bipolar, or in serious need of anger management. All had major egos.
Finally, there are five guys who don't know each other, but they all know everything and they never shut up. I'd like to introduce them to each other for the sheer entertainment value.
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