J. Agamemnon
Well-Known Member
I'd had problems with my managers in the past.
I drove around for a good half hour to cool the **** down, and meanwhile, my job was calling me non-stop trying to figure out where I was, because I was the only driver they had. When I got back, I was cool as a cucumber. My argument was "He got his sandwich didn't he?".
I got the mother****er mean, though, right in the nose. I mean, the fact that I managed to get back to my car and drive off accounts for something.
:lol::lol::lol:
That's great.