Friday, July 07, 2006

The Wreckoning, Pt 3

Hitting Friday none too soon, spent today incorrectlly setting valves on a humidification tower our prof proudly told us was "part of a thesis project from the 1920s" by some famous engineer. Do those actually exist in some circles? All diamond encrusted safety glasses and ostrich skin saftey toed boots... Almost had to redo the whole damn thing on Monday. Not quite, but almost.

So of course I had to sprint out for a six pack, which is cooling in the fridge for a touch to my parched lips. "Hypothetical" question: So, if you yr walking and it's Friday and you totally witness a car crash -- somewhere on the "nothin' too terrible but some bad whiplash or fucked up arms coulda happened I guess" tip -- and yr all worn out and fuck, you have to do more work tomorrow, there really is no weekend but at least you can have some beers like right now with no guilt but aren't you supposed to wait as a witness? So you pause for about 2 minutes, and then kinda... sneak... away... slowly... That's proper etiquette, right? Now, say you see a parking cop that has pulled some fool over, and you kinda hesitate because maybe you should at least tell the parking cop that, hey there's an accident, not that your parking garage ass can do anything but maybe you can call someone... but you never get around to saying that 'cause the motherfucker honks at you -- was I staring? (hypothetically) ... I don't think so! -- well, FUCK!

Basically, that means you should buy a twelve pack instead, right? Okay. Good.

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