Out in the Street

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Where I work, there is a low-level turf war growing between two departments over use and ownership of office chairs.  Time to get out the giant Christmas canes and pinata heads again to warn the other tribes to not interfere with my own department.

My drive home last night was briefly interrupted by two packs of morons having a shouting match in the middle of the street.  Look, jagoffs, I don't care if you decide to beat each other into bloody pulps, as you're all apparently members of Future Prison-Bitches of America, but don't park your car in the right-of-way while other people are on the way home.