A day in which I am reminded that I'm not a particularly nice human

Which, truth be told, might be something of a relief . . . not being a nice human . . . but above average monkey.

I tend to like humans as individuals or in very small groups. Pretty much more than 5-6 humans in one place, and I start to dislike them all.

Today, my office participated in one of those community events where we have to trot out to the public . . . and try to make all appearances as if we don't just want you to give us your money, take our product, and not complain. Businesses and industry from the region set up booths and the general public was invited to come "learn about business in their community."

Frankly, 90% of the people who came really didn't give a monkey's ass (hah haha) about learning about the businesses that keep our community strong . . . they just came for free shit. And there is something about getting a cheap as hell baggie with which you can go "trick or treating" from booth to booth. They don't want our shiny brochures . . . or business cards . . . or even to meet our employees . . . they just want a squeezie doll or 6 coasters or a stack of house shaped magnets. These adults will lie and do pretty much any trick to snag an extra tootsie pop from a booth. As if there is a shortage or something.

This year, we out smarted them . . . we ordered seed packets with our business information on the packet. They were forced to have some glancing knowledge of our business if they wanted the freebie.

We had a lovely, garden themed booth. Flowers . . . large decorative pots . . . gardening props. And, damned if those freeloaders didn't try to steal our props too. We had to post an employee just to make sure none of our props disappeared.

No wonder I left the event and went straight to the liquor store . . . and spent $80 on tequila.