Took away chairs the next day because they “encouraged us not to concentrate on the client.” The girl was a no call no show the following week. Had a love-hate relationship with a groundhog not long into his farming venture. He never caught the guy. Once threw a cricket at me from the very opposite end of the office floor. He and another coworker kept such straight faces as I finally convinced myself the cricket flung itself at me. I watched the cameras at the end of the day only to see them do it. I’m still traumatized. Has an office to this day full of the weirdest collection of things. A few feathers from favorite chickens of his that he had since consumed all named and dated, a rabbit paw someone gave him, a goat’s hoof, a framed quote I told him told to me by a very high homeless person.
My dad is a middle management supervisor in a local government civil service position, and the people he supervises have cars owned by the local government [to be used just for work purposes], they have the gov’t seal on the side, and get free gas from a county gas station behind the building they work out of. One time one of his female staff called him upset. She had gotten gas; at the same time, a dude from the sheriff’s office was also getting gas. She drove off; a minute down the road, she got pulled over by the sheriff dude. Who proceeded to ask her out. My mild-mannered dad was pissed as all hell, stormed over to the sheriff’s office, and got the dude put on desk duty.