Saturday was one of those really super fun days that I had to work for 8 hours.
As I was getting home after a long, yet frustrating day surrounded by senior management peeps who can't make a decision to save their lives, it was just about dark. I'm hungry, tired and at about a zero on the patience level.
Mr. KK was standing out on the front lawn leaning on a hoe (the yard tool, not a tramp) talking to whom I guessed was a neighbor. (I don't know my neighbors; I'm convinced the think Mr. KK is either a widow or bachelor).
I drag myself out of the car and Mr. Neighbor waves at me and asks, "Just getting home from a long day of shopping?"
No. Just exhausted from kicking chauvanistic men in the nuts.