Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.

I have never cursed at an inanimate object as much as I do the sign at the German club. Today I had to change the sign and to do so I had to trudge through 3 feet of snow, open the front of the sign, take letters off and put more on. Doesn't sound hard does it? It's not. At least, it's not supposed to be. There is a key that unhooks 3 latches at the bottom of the door on the sign. You unhook them, lift up the door, prop it open, and proceed to change the letters. One of the latches decided it was going to freeze and I ended up stripping the hole where the key goes. I then had to trudge back through the snow and get a pair of pliers, all while yelling obscenities at this thing. I get back and wouldn't you know it, the pliers can't grab onto the latch because it's too small. Obscenities fly from my mouth as I smash the latch with the pliers to try to break it free. If I were being filmed this is what it would have sounded like:

"I *bleep*ing [clang] hate this [clang] [clang] *bleep*ing piece of *bleep*. You mother*bleep*ing [clang] *bleep*. *Bleep* you, [clang] you *bleep*.*Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*. *Bleep*[clang]"

Needless to say I finally got it open and changed it. Only after 20 minutes of cursing, after I had said I reduced it to a minimum.

I finally started putting my best man poem to paper. I only have a little bit, but I have some time yet. If I do a few lines a day, it'll be done in no time.

You may be right.
I may be crazy.
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.
- - - Billy Joel, "You May Be Right"


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