my coworkers are always amazed that weapons seem to appear wherever i go. exacto knives, scissors, my own pencil. . .
see, i am quite fond of dramatic statements like, “if she doesn’t shut up i am going to shove my pencil through her eye.” somehow they’ve decided that i might be dangerous. today, in a meeting we were talking about some such stuff and i said something about now that it’s legal for me to pack heat, they better think twice about pissing me off.
they just laughed and laughed.
i guess i’m not as threatening as i thought.