November 1, 2011 |
Warning: If you encounter me before 9 a.m. on a weekday, you will most likely get a cranky, snarky Jason. See, I have PTMCD: Post-Traumatic Morning Conversation Disorder. Not too long ago, I ran into a "friend" whom we'll call Tuck who loudly told me all about the hemorrhoid surgery he had just had the week prior. In great detail. At 8 o'clock in the morning. I had to listen to Tuck go on and on and on about the surgery and the aftereffects. This would have been barely tolerable on a drunken Saturday at a bar, but before work and before coffee?