I used to be the compliant kid. Couldn't lie to my parents, helped the teachers clean the erasers, the whole deal. So am I in full rebellion now? Maybe I am. Yeah.
What of it?
Know what I did? I brought a toaster to the office, and plugged it in the hallway. Sometimes I would make toast right there -- IN THE HALLWAY. Wheat bread. Dark. Seven, sometimes NINE grain, toasted -- oh yes -- in the hallway.
But the building manager came in, saw it, and just...went off. I wanted to keep it in my office, unplugged, in a box -- and nooooo, that's not allowed, either. Nossir. Not even unplugged, in a box.
But you know what? Right now? It's STILL IN MY OFFICE, UNDER SOME STUFF. That's right: I forgot to take it home today.
I mean, I will take it home, but I forgot, and I don't plan on going back in to get my toaster right now, because I don't feel like it. How you like them apples?
That's right, Iceman. I'm dangerous.
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted, dead or alive.
True related story: One time the radio station I was working at went off the air completely. Dead air for a twenty minutes solid, middle of the day. I sat in my office eating toast, thinking about how frustrating that must be for the people trying to hear the station, typing up some stuff, as the tech guys ran repeatedly past my door, trying to find what was going on.
...then they converged, suddenly, on my office. They looked at some grey box-thing, now unplugged from the wall. They looked at my toaster, now plugged in, and me, eating toast. Turns out the grey box-thing links to some satellite or something. I'm still not sure.