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The guy who had the argument last week put in his resignation yesterday.
There was another argument at work, today, possibly due to a misunderstanding, and at least one person seems to have decided to be gone a little earlier than he had intended because of that. The other two might iron it out. I don't think I'll be seeing baggage screening for a while, as there's only possibly four or five full-time women left on afternoon shift. They've got to make some of the graduating newbies full-time.
V. was talking about her girlfriend's father, who's a correctional officer, and Buck (yeah, I used to refer to him as Axeman Pink, but he requested the name Buck Nekkid, so I may as well oblige ;)) mentioned that Bunny, who works on AM shift, used to be a correctional officer.
"Did you ever hear her story of how the prisoners said 'we know where you live'? Seems the prison bus would drive by her house and they would see her out there mowing her lawn. In her bikini." He paused for a moment, then reflected, "Now there's an idea for a business that would make money. Bikini lawn mowing!"
"Hm, yeah," said V., "Mow your lawn and trim your bushes. I'd be down with that."
He turned so red. So I didn't follow up with the next thing that immediately popped into my mind; bikini plumbers! Get your pipes cleaned!
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Later, Buck was saying he would like to take up the trumpet, again, but he didn't think that would go over well living in an apartment - it might bother the neighbors. I pointed out that he has mentioned before that his neighbors (his landlord and family) argue loudly, and Saxman Pink - who Mr. Nekkid suggested I should refer to as Lance Hardman - 'Lance' suggested that perhaps that would be the way to respond to the fighting.
"Your practicing might be a little sporadic, but I can just picture it - he's got his fist cocked back to clock his wife and- '-Who the hell's blowing a trumpet?!'"
I found this even more amusing because I'm picturing him playing the trumpet while standing on a big, solid sheet of metal, because I've previously suggested he should get one and store it under his bed just in case they start shooting, as they are his downstairs neighbors and it would be awful if a random bullet came up through the floor and hit him. I think this could be comedy gold if it were done right in a sit-com.
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My co-workers think that our whole job could be comedy gold, really. It could be hysterical if we could cut to a little daydream of what the screener wishes they could be doing. I loved DD2's suggestion that we should have a huge chute under the exit doors so that if someone tried to get in through them they would be sucked through a sort of pneumatic tube and deposited back outside the doors again. We could have a little screened off cushion area for them to plop down on. The only drawback is that kids would do it for fun.
There was another argument at work, today, possibly due to a misunderstanding, and at least one person seems to have decided to be gone a little earlier than he had intended because of that. The other two might iron it out. I don't think I'll be seeing baggage screening for a while, as there's only possibly four or five full-time women left on afternoon shift. They've got to make some of the graduating newbies full-time.
V. was talking about her girlfriend's father, who's a correctional officer, and Buck (yeah, I used to refer to him as Axeman Pink, but he requested the name Buck Nekkid, so I may as well oblige ;)) mentioned that Bunny, who works on AM shift, used to be a correctional officer.
"Did you ever hear her story of how the prisoners said 'we know where you live'? Seems the prison bus would drive by her house and they would see her out there mowing her lawn. In her bikini." He paused for a moment, then reflected, "Now there's an idea for a business that would make money. Bikini lawn mowing!"
"Hm, yeah," said V., "Mow your lawn and trim your bushes. I'd be down with that."
He turned so red. So I didn't follow up with the next thing that immediately popped into my mind; bikini plumbers! Get your pipes cleaned!
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Later, Buck was saying he would like to take up the trumpet, again, but he didn't think that would go over well living in an apartment - it might bother the neighbors. I pointed out that he has mentioned before that his neighbors (his landlord and family) argue loudly, and Saxman Pink - who Mr. Nekkid suggested I should refer to as Lance Hardman - 'Lance' suggested that perhaps that would be the way to respond to the fighting.
"Your practicing might be a little sporadic, but I can just picture it - he's got his fist cocked back to clock his wife and- '-Who the hell's blowing a trumpet?!'"
I found this even more amusing because I'm picturing him playing the trumpet while standing on a big, solid sheet of metal, because I've previously suggested he should get one and store it under his bed just in case they start shooting, as they are his downstairs neighbors and it would be awful if a random bullet came up through the floor and hit him. I think this could be comedy gold if it were done right in a sit-com.
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My co-workers think that our whole job could be comedy gold, really. It could be hysterical if we could cut to a little daydream of what the screener wishes they could be doing. I loved DD2's suggestion that we should have a huge chute under the exit doors so that if someone tried to get in through them they would be sucked through a sort of pneumatic tube and deposited back outside the doors again. We could have a little screened off cushion area for them to plop down on. The only drawback is that kids would do it for fun.
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