In Portland
For a super-computing convention. We're dressed as pilots this year. The theme is Take Flight. An exec from another booth started bustin' my nuts for the ugly costume (though it's thousands of times better than last year) and I finally broke and asked him if his mother cut his hair, and if she didn't he should consider getting a real barber because he's clearly not in sixth grade anymore. He went straight over to the gal that hired us and tried to get me fired. I said I thought we were just messin' around and I told her what he said to me. It was a push. I got a finger wagged in my face and he got a voucher for a spa and advice to 'relax'. I did NOT apologize. This post is specifically vague because of legal shit. It's been a fun trip, I'll post more later.