Tonight I was just about to shut things down at the office and head over to Victory to pick up a growler of their new Baltic Thunder Porter when the office troll popped up behind my desk and started gnawing on my display.
I said, “Dude.”
You pretty much have to beat him with stapler to get him to lay off the equipment and go back to hiding under the conference room table. He likes to give you those yellowy weepy eyes as a bid for sympathy. Doesn’t work on me.
It was enough of a hassle that the whole distraction put me off my post-work mission. I guess I’ll head over to Victory Friday night.