
Originally Posted by
Absolutely Virtue
And trust me, you are. You're fucking terrifying.
But you're not the guy who just walked into my office, the guy who has only worked here two weeks, the guy who is in his fifties but wants to go to happy hour with the 20-something summer interns, the guy who told me that I looked "hip" on the day I had to tuck my shirt in to welcome him to the office, the guy who, on his first Friday here, wore acid washed jeans, a denim shirt with a bowtie, and a fucking denim jacket.
That fucking guy just walked into my office and he says to me, he says:
"Man, I had the commute from hell last night. I was on the train behind the one that crashed, and I didn't get home until 8:47pm!"
Six dead, scores injured, worst accident in Metro history, fucking carnage everywhere, and you're raging because you missed "How I Met Your Mother."
Dude sits three doors down from me. I'm shopping for lightning rods on the eBay. I don't even believe in god, and I'm still scared of the smiting.