My day at work, in one word

[sigma7]

Bagpipes.

8:25 in the morning. Bagpipes.

I don't have the right meds for this.

Comments

[silent-ic-river.livejournal.com]

They waited until 825am? Why, that's downright civil. I can't count the number of times I've been awoken to bagpipes at 630am or earlier. 'Course, the piper was usually beaten to within an inch of his or her life shortly thereafter. Nothing like an early morning execution, I always say.

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

You see, in this state, that's grounds for justifiable homicide. And even if it wasn't, my parole officer would just nod and smile. I can't imagine a jury would convict. Me, I'd help you reload.

If I didn't have my coffee and donuts this morning, I would've picked up my trusty scissors and put the wheezing screaming octopus to sleep.

[silent-ic-river.livejournal.com]

I can't think of a place where early morning bagpipes aren't grounds for justifiable homicide. Scotland, maybe? I think it's regulated even there.

I like bagpipes, but there's a time and place, ya'know what I mean?