Tools!

What comes to mind when you mention tool? an implement of some sort used for building, hammer, screwdriver, torque wrench....the list goes on and on. I tend to stray from the normal on this definition. I tend to think of a person and not just any person...but someone who makes a complete ass of themselves whenever they open their mouths. I am sad for these people, if only they didn't speak.
It is a daily goal not to interact with these people...sometimes it doesn't work out. Like today.
The conversation started out mellow enough over a game of ping pong (he was working on his left handed playing--honestly), but ended on a "does it fucking matter?"
I think that I need to start stressing the point that if I have told you that I don't wish to speak to you and totally ignore you because you are a tool... I mean it. A moment of insanity overtook me... drawing me towards the ping pong table. Perhaps my subconcious was thinking that I would be able to beat me silly with the paddle or accidently lodge the ball in his eye socket--subconcious thinking of course...never happened.
The best part of this conversation when he left and I got to do the fuck you dance around the room (close your eyes and imagine, it's funny)