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Not necessarily. There are some people who would start off with, “I’d never be in that situation in the first place, so I don’t have an answer.”
So other than being unnecessarily argumentative about a silly post that does not need to be taken seriously in the first place, exactly what is your great point here? If you don’t like the use of the word “hypothetically” at the beginning of the question, fine, you’ve made your point. The word stands, I am not going to remove it, I am ignoring you completely on whether or not you think it belongs there. I repeat for emphasis: The word stands, I am not going to remove it. I hope it bothers you to no end, and I hope you keep bleating about it, you amuse me. If it’s important enough to you that you wish to or absolutely need to continue to argue the point, or if you just need to bolster your beliefs about it, please feel free to go ahead and do so as much as you like. Do what makes you feel better.
This post was edited by Randy D at June 23, 2023 1:45 PM MDT
Me? I didn’t say a word until they told me you had finked! They said they knew the whole story and the prosecutor would go easier on you for spilling first! I was told you had been released on your own recognizance. They tricked me by promising a similar deal if I’d just give my own version to help fill in the blanks! We’ve been had! This is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into! Grrrrrrrrrrr.
Guards! Guards! I want to see the Warden, the District Attorney, the Police Commissioner, even the Mayor! Let me out of here! It was Shuhak, all Shuhak, he’s the mastermind! Guards! Arrrrrrrgggghhh!
This means I won’t be getting my share of the loot that you hid, doesn’t it? Grrrrrrr.
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This is 2023, they’re doing all kinds of wonderful things with equity and diversity these days. My attorney is already filing the paperwork for you and I to become cellmates, Dear.
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I’m working on it, I’m working on it! I can’t properly concentrate with all these negative vibes surrounding me, so just simmer down and let me figure this out. Grrrrrrrrrr. Let’s see, where was I? Oh, yes, I was trying to recall pages 8 through 11 of the instruction manual.
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Guards! Guards! I want to see the Warden, the District Attorney, the Police Commissioner, even the Mayor! Transfer me to solitary confinement, throw me in the hole, put me on bread and water, any kind of punishment you can come up with is less cruel and less unusual than this! Let me out of here, get me out of this cell! Send me to the worst maximum security prison there is! I’m willing to turn state’s evidence, I’ll rat out anyone you want me to, I’ll confess to almost anything, I’ll take the rap for being the mastermind! Guards! Arrrrrrrgggghhh!
Fellas, it’s me, your old boss and your great pal, Randolph D Randall! “Fired” is such an ugly term; we here at Randall Amalgamated International Directorate Conglomerates Unlimited Managament prefer the term “temporarily reassigned without pay or benefits for a permanent amount of time beyond the scope and influence of this particular business venue with absolutely no opportunity to reclaim previous position or salary”. Of course, you will remember that when you were employed by me, I always took great care of you by always providing you with the last vestiges of uneaten remains of whatever sandwich I was too bloated to finish devouring, no matter how slight, up to and including a few measly crumbs or a smear of mustard that escaped my ravenous appetite. And how about those Christmas bonuses of grammar textbooks from 1926 to 1943? These are collectors’ items, pass them down through at least three generations of your descendants and tell them to hang onto that literary goldmine until 2085, and they’ll all be millionaires. I also let you send your children and elderly relatives to the restoration projects for no salaries at my chain of run-down, decrepit no-tell motels; hard work like that comes around only once in a lifetime, you know.
So go easy on your ol’ pal Randy D; I’m willing to overlook your collective mistake of accepting jobs through Livvie’s fake hiring agency. Go on welfare and leave her in a lurch. It’s all she deserves. Grrrrrrr.
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