Okay Landman, you're a cab !
I remember a long time ago, when I was managing a software publishing house for a friend of mine.
It was located in the same place as his electronics surplus business. I was only a few feet away
from the main counter. One day an extremely drunk individual stumbled in from somewhere.
The nearest place to get drunk at was a few blocks away.
Anyway, he staggers up to the counter, looking all wild and wasted, and says ....
"Could one of you guys....uhhhh....call me..... uhhhh....a cab ?"
There were two guys working the counter, Brian and Danny.
Danny says...
"What cab company ?"
Drunk guy says..." I don't give a sh*t, call me a f*ckin' cab !"
Me (very sarcastically while working on a mailing list on the computer ):
"Okay, you're a cab ...."
(I didn't think that the drunk heard me, but his hearing was quite good
)
The drunk hears this nearly inaudible mumble and lunges over the counter at me.
Danny and Brian are trying to prevent the drunk from getting to me.
My friend Larry, owner of the place, is heading for the
PANIC BUTTON to summon the cop shop, only a few blocks away....
Larry, Brain and Danny are yelling at me to "Get the hell out the back door !"
The drunk is going wild and calling me all sorts of names like...
"You c-sucker, a-hole, and all sorts of slurred stuff....
Needless to say, police arrived within minutes and took the drunk away.
Everytime I hear that line, I have to bite my tongue.
I think that I can get away with it here because Oregon is a fair distance away.