Yikes! Glad I didn’t have to deal with him. I mostly get people frustrated with jammed copiers. Although there was the one time I found a boot-hole in the bottom drawer. And the sheriffs were all “not me” and “I dunno”.

Temper, temper!! I hope everyone is okay too.

this sort of think makes we worry about our general state of mental health — a lot of us live in high stress pressure cookers at work or at home or both, and sometimes it just spills over hurting every one — we should be glad this fellow didn’t go more seriously “postal”

yikes indeed

That was certainly an appropriate title! We never know when somebody will take their anger out on something – somebody else.

I hope you won’t mind a novella of a comment penned by a tired friend. Ever since I’ve begun answering customer emails for an Internet company a few years ago, I’ve wondered how it is that people do some of the things they do. Ask the questions they ask. Eh? You’re willing to pay hundreds of dollars for merchandise, but paying to ship it to you quickly is too much to bear? And having stuff shipped by a slower method is too much to cope with as well?

And so it is that I’ve fallen for an Italian television show called Don Matteo. It came to Father Matteo’s attention that a young lad was stealing from the offering box and also stealing a candle. After school, when the lad was playing arcade games, Don Matteo slipped into a seat beside him. The priest learned of unusual circumstances in the lad’s life, of how the candle came in handy at a small shrine to the lad’s late mother.

With adult law-breakers (mainly murderers), Don Matteo finds a way to convince them to repent of their crimes and take responsibility.

I can’t help wondering what we’d learn about the man who broke the door. He’s lived here for a zillion years, but we still treat him as a foreigner? Someone near to him was diagnosed with a serious illness? Not that I’m defending him, just that I can’t help wondering.