To work off a traffic ticket, I volunteered at the animal shelter to get those pesky community service hours out of the way. There was this other CS guy working on Sunday, who kinda reminded me of a jolly, but dim-witted junior high classmate who always wore that black Guns and Roses t-shirt with the two pistols on it. We mucked out cages for most of the morning.
Then Guns and Roses Guy asks me if I could "do him a favor" and change out his mop water. The bosses overheard that, got mad, and informed me that I was not to do his work for him.
They were so pissed that they put Guns and Roses Guy to work, cleaning out the rat and squirrel-infested "old quarantine building," which more resembled the hot box from Cool Hand Luke.
Meanwhile, feeling like a goody-goody, I got to tape gift-wrapping paper over windows in the new quarantine buildling, with a supervisor who looked like Jack Black with a long ponytail. Jack Black spent much of the afternoon talking about moonlighting as a strip club bouncer and devising more punishments for Guns and Roses Guy, many of which involved angry squirrels dropping on his head.
"I don't care how tough you are, a squirrel will really fuck you up," Jack Black said to me.
As far as I know, he wasn't seriously injured, but by the time I clocked out at 5 p.m., Guns and Roses Guy was gone.
-- Asteroid Boy
Wiener of the day: 23.7.02
"My brother saw the Undertaker walking through an airport." - Rex "Was he no-selling?" - Me
It's ultimately a pyramid scheme, too, isn't it? You buy into the scheme, and then when another buyer comes along you get your money back plus a profit, and the founder of the scheme always takes a cut.