Until I met Carlos Danger II.
He is in his early 50's probably. He is not fat, otherwise what I would call average. He is about 6 foot. Here is where it gets squeegee, he does not have a soul patch-he has a soul rectangle. He wears jeans and a tee shirt where no one else would dare and swears like a sailor to Director level persons. He has a "Members Only" type jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. And the best part, he wears sunglasses indoors while watching the builds. Yep, there he is indoors, looking at cars go down the line with his sunglasses on.
I ignore him because, first I do not ever want to talk to the customer engineers-nothing good ever comes from that-, second he is an asshole, third I don't have to. Well, that was apparently too much for Carlos, he sought me out today to discuss bad parts. I had to follow him to a vehicle and I was appalled to discover that he wears patchouli perfume. I almost fell on the floor. It was that nasty.
As we were walking he asked me if I had a yo-yo. I knew that was a measuring device, but as a normal person I told him no, I had a tape measure. We got to the car and he asked for the yo-yo.
Big Daddy tells me this is a real old fashioned term for a tape measure. Oh my.
I need some wine tonight.