What is your tipping point?
Well chaps and chapettes how are you all today? Personally I have recently suffered from an almost undeniable urge to steal a firearm from someone and then point said object in another persons direction. Followed by the repeated discharging of said item along the same line as the original item was pointed.
I can tell I’m irritated my sentence construction goes to cock in pseudo formality. Besides what really intrigues me at the moment is at what point do you, my learned associates feel the urge to maim, disfigure and or harm someone else?
For me it was an appalling display of ill manners that not only was aimed at the wrong person but was also the bullying of someone defenceless. The first part annoys the hell out of me, the second you can sort of understand as an error of accuracy. The third however really pisses me the hell off. I find something extraordinarily distasteful about beating the crap out of someone in whatever fashion whom really can’t defend themselves. It’s rather like watching someone kicking puppies, pulling wings of flies or even mocking communists. All are doable but so obviously so that it seems pointless and brutal.
Either way one of my more charming bods got a 10 minute tirade from a solicitor who really should know better. Fair play to the young lady she got hold of me and then went round into a back room. I only walked in to the back end of the conversation (having to get up to High Holborn from the main buildings) but the terms being used and intonation of voice that I caught really annoyed me.
Having taken over the conversation from our side of things the joyous solicitor then attempted to do the same with me. Lacking in success is a nice way to describe the result, also removing said individuals access rights pending an investigation into their behaviour somehow occurred. I was really, really tempted to just call the police and let them argue it out on the street but my nice side got in the way and I basically told them to piss off.
More irritating however was writing the entire event up and then having to convince and bolster my bod that really wasn’t her fault in any way shape or form.
Next time the gibbet.
Rant has now left the building.