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It's been a bad, mad, bad, long day. I woke up with a headache, and it grew hentai tentacles before lunch-time. In the middle of this, while I was shoveling rock and sand in the hot Georgia sun, a Thomas hauler (a CDL-certified guy hired to drive rock and sand from one location to another) came up to me, while I was gathering aggregates for various tests, and started shouting at me. I didn't know this guy from Adam (ain't it grande to plunder Christian mythology without even being religious?), but I actually thought he wanted to fight me! He was cursing and screaming, and I was trying to calm him down. I'm pretty sure he mistook me for somebody else, but I used my kung fu to quiet him. Hah! I'm pulling an "Italo Calvino" here! I didn't fight him, and I wouldn't have, even though he looked like he was about to take a swing. I calmed him. He was saying that I, more than once, have driven around him to leave the yard, right around his "blind spot." I think he was talking about one of my coworkers, and I told him so. I always wait for the haulers to leave before I do. He had the wrong guy, and I resented the way he approached me. I'm proud of the way I handled it, though. We were both laughing by the time we parted. His name is Gregg, and he seems to be okay. He probably just had a bad day. I'm sure he could tell I was having a very bad day.