Don't follow Plethora's example.
Calm down. The likelihood that I'll act on those murderous impulses lessens by the day.
So yesterday was my first day back at my Summer job, which is as a laborer for a masonry company, real nice gig, I love the work, the people are ok, the pay's good, plain old a good time. So some time between March and yesterday a new guy was hired, and he seems pretty cool. The guys, including the new guy, ask me how school was, and I answer with my usual way of saying that it was ok: "I survived it with all my fingers and toes, so so far so good." Anyway, today I learned that the new guy lost a finger to a skillsaw. So yeah, I felt about three inches tall, but come on, how often do you check to make sure everyone has all their fingers before making a casual remark like that?