My last job before I became disabled had me working with an old geezer.
He was the son in law of a Croatian war criminal, and not too bright.
One day before work, I read this story off my smart phone. The
old fart asked me “What dat mean?”
I replied “deer can’t fucking read.” I hit Amazon and bought a
deer crossing sign. I used my cordless SDS hammer drill to fasten
it to the wall above the chair sat in before work began.
At some point, someone in management removed the sign and
said “it might be construed as making fun of stupid people.”
I replied “and your point is?” Political correctness has
descended to the level of the absurd. I still have the sign
In my tool box.
This is no shit!
My last job before I became disabled had me working with an old geezer.
He was the son in law of a Croatian war criminal, and not too bright.
One day before work, I read this story off my smart phone. The
old fart asked me “What dat mean?”
I replied “deer can’t fucking read.” I hit Amazon and bought a
deer crossing sign. I used my cordless SDS hammer drill to fasten
it to the wall above the chair sat in before work began.
At some point, someone in management removed the sign and
said “it might be construed as making fun of stupid people.”
I replied “and your point is?” Political correctness has
descended to the level of the absurd. I still have the sign
In my tool box.
You cannot make this shit up!