So Grebutron and I were hard at work this friday making burgers for the sailing Friday Night Social. It took me back to my PH days because I was covered in grease at the end of the shift and stuck working with retards.
Seriously, that kid was a spaz... not Grebutron, some kid called Daniel or something. He was probably under 5 foot and super energetic. At one point, I was hulking a huge container of iced tea and he came up to me, didn't say a thing, and just grabbed it out of my hands. Of course without sweet guns like mine, he immediately put the iced tea down. He reminded me of a dumber version of one of those little yippy dogs that you have to kick because they're always under your feet.
Had Grebutron and I not been busy co-piloting the grill, I probably would have more tempted to kick him into the drink.
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