I have a problem with dumb bureaucrats. Not b'cats per se -- if they were good enough for Napolean, they're good enough for me -- but ones who don't understand the concept of contractions for names.
Then again, my name could have been Schewinder; how would that invalidate the question I wanted to ask about a specific model refrigerator?
Happened to me only last week. Went to pick up the sign in register for my class, and on Fridays (because they all go home early) I had to pick the register up at the college's security station. Got any ID? Yup. Here you go. Hmmm....that register is for Bill Stag, and your driver's licence says Willliam Stag.
He caught himself after about 10 seconds as it occured to him that Bill was the diminutive of William. One could almost see the concept sinking into his brain cells like wet paint soaking into the sand.
Then as I was leaving, I held the door open for a student. The student had the handle of a katana in his hand, the rest of the sword concealed up his sleeve. Interesting, I thought. Told my wife to listen to the news, see if we are going to get a great news story that night. Naaah....no such luck.
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Yeah ... geesh! What are you trying to do, fake them out? Mess them up? Give them a hard time in book keeping?
heee heeeeee heeeeeeeeee
I have a problem with dumb bureaucrats. Not b'cats per se -- if they were good enough for Napolean, they're good enough for me -- but ones who don't understand the concept of contractions for names.
Then again, my name could have been Schewinder; how would that invalidate the question I wanted to ask about a specific model refrigerator?
Gah.
Now thats funny.
Happened to me only last week. Went to pick up the sign in register for my class, and on Fridays (because they all go home early) I had to pick the register up at the college's security station. Got any ID? Yup. Here you go. Hmmm....that register is for Bill Stag, and your driver's licence says Willliam Stag.
He caught himself after about 10 seconds as it occured to him that Bill was the diminutive of William. One could almost see the concept sinking into his brain cells like wet paint soaking into the sand.
Then as I was leaving, I held the door open for a student. The student had the handle of a katana in his hand, the rest of the sword concealed up his sleeve. Interesting, I thought. Told my wife to listen to the news, see if we are going to get a great news story that night. Naaah....no such luck.
How's Canada feel about hidden weapons?
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