Idiot started talking about how he never, ever cries. The conversation shifted to him talking about his childhood, his mother and the rest of his family. Perhaps some of this is insight into why he is a Grade A asshole in his adulthood?
Taint: “So you’re saying that you never cry no matter what?”
Idiot: “I have not cried since before I was 6 years old.”
Rat-Boy: “Come on…”
Idiot: “According to The Wife there was a tear in my eye when we were watching Marley and Me, but she’s wrong. She’ll swear that there was if you ask her about it, but she’s wrong.”
Taint: “What about at your wedding?”
Idiot: “HAH! Not even close. Listen, I didn’t even cry at my mother’s funeral.”
Rat-Boy: “Wow! Did you love your mother? I’m just asking if you, like, didn’t get along with her or something.”
Idiot: “Of course I loved my mother! Unlike the rest of my family. She was very sensitive, not like me.”
Rat-Boy: “You don’t get along with the rest of your family?”
Idiot: “You know why I didn’t cry at my mother’s funeral? I wasn’t going to let any of those pieces of garbage at her funeral have the satisfaction of seeing it.”
(Well that turned very dark, very fast. I wasn’t expecting to go from Marley and Me to… that)
Taint: “If you never cry, then what do you do when something happens in your life that’s really sad or stressful?”
Idiot: “I’m a tough guy! I already take medication for high blood pressure. I have lots of ways for relieving stress. I party hard on the weekend. I’m a member of a gun club. I like blowing stuff up.”
(Aren’t we supposed to not talk about hobbies involving guns and explosives at work? I should verify that in the employee handbook…)
I’m going to end it here for today. More disturbing than funny this time. I can neither predict nor control what comes out of this guy. I am just a messenger…
Fat Bald Idiot 