The ruckus at work today:
So imagine you're a 40 something private security guard who peaked in the Navy in 2000 or so, and you don't really think about the 20+ years of hamburgers between then and now. And there's this hot new girl up in the <agency> office, fresh out of college.
So you find an excuse to go chat her up.
She doesn't seem to be receiving the message you're sending, and asks you to leave her office. Heh. Playing hard to get. Keep chatting.
But there's a couple of things you didn't know.
1. Her boss thoughtfully installed a panic button at everyone's desk.
2. The panic button doesn't go to your clown coworkers. No. It goes somewhere else entirely.
And when you look up and down the hallway, there's Hamish coming from one direction, with a US Marshal behind him.
And the other direction has Sideways Dave, dancing to music only he can hear coming the other way. 700 pounds of angry humans are coming to explain to you, in terms you will understand, the error of your ways.
Fade to black.
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