Brad Sharp:  Hello again, faithful readers.  Boy, we're on a hot streak of posting stories!  Side note: every time I say, hear, or read the word "stories", I picture a little old lady watching soap operas.  Is that what we have become, now?  A constant barrage of turbulent issues?  Problem after unending problem?  Evil twins coming back from the dead to wreak their vengeance by annoying the living shit out of us until we kill them again?  Do we need a new name to better associate us with what we have become?  "The Young and the Stupid"?  "All My Dumb Bitches"?  "General Pains In My Ass"?  "The Bold and the Ignorant"?  "Que Eres Estúpido y tu Madre es un Burro".  Sorry, I had to throw in a little telenovela flavor.  ^_^  Like words through the ears of the hollow headed individuals of whom we speak of, these are the WTAF moments of our lives...

So, as some of you may know, I work in an cubicle, in an office, in a building, for a very big company.  So very professional sounding, right?  Oh, hell no.  I work with a group of rowdy ass mo-fos.  Yelling, cursing, cracking up, having a good ol' time!  You'd think it was a gawdamn party!  Well, I have learned to just deal with it over time, but only after I asked one of the individuals...

"Damn!  Why are you so loud?!"



Wanna know his response?

You'll never believe it.

Seriously, this is messed up.

I can't believe it myself.

You just cannot make this shit up.  For real.

You ready?

I'm not!

But here's his response anyway...



"Because I'm black!"

Now, yes, I can see the humor in his reply, and I did chuckle at the time, but seriously, how else can  one respond to this?

"Well, you need to turn the color of your skin down, because you're disrupting my work"?

Yeah, and I'd be the one that goes straight to HR.  >_<

So, yes, that is just a tiny taste, a sample, a petite amuse-bouche if you will, of the environment that I interact with on a daily basis.

Which, is why, we will never run out of ideas, content, or material for this site.

Ever.

^_^