Last thursday, after closing, some drunken shithead managed to drive his truck over three or four staff motorcycles parked out front. This is no mere side-swipe I'm talking about here. Fortunately, he was identified, after he had driven home, but damn.
And awful though it is, I would be remiss in my journalistic duties if I let this next item go by unmentioned, so... In the ``scarring trauma for everyone involved'' department, last night one of our floor folks had to clean up our most horrific bathroom mess to date... a miscarriage. I'll spare you the details.