Things People Don't Like...
Today is Pearl Harbor Day. And, in remembrance, I decided it would be the best day to engage in a series of sneak attacks upon the whole of my co-workers.
Don't know if you know this, but I'm a heavyset 6'4", but I'm as quiet as a soft wind wearing mittens, when it comes down to it. I am part ninja. On my Dad's mother's side of the family.
Like a fifteenth, or something. One-fifteenth ninja.
Ninjas don't study genetics. Or fractions.
Call it a Ninj-Benefit.
Yeah, scaring folks is a dick move.
Coulda been worse. I could have flung hot coffee in somebody's face, without warning. Or perhaps gone barreling into a person with a shopping cart. Or crashed my planes into the decks of their battleships.
Could have, but didn't.
Seems to me that my restraint was admirable.
Admirable Tom.
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