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.