Someone just walked past my desk and accused me of riding a Buell.
I don't ride Buells, I root them.
He then proceeded to explain that he will soon be making my life miserable, even though I gave him some ins and outs on who to avoid in his place work. Which is partially my place of work.
He had that "I have a new job and am very excited about it" smell to him. I find such enthusiasm bone-chilling.
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