So, throwing common sense, caution, and the control of my temper to the four winds, I went off on a co-worker today and tried to corner him and knock the wheels off his wagon. Now I'm probably going to have to apologize because I regaled him with epithets within hearing of his bosses secretary. Nope, I'm not going to defend my behavior. My fists and feet are registered with the Department of Fish and Game of Tristan da Cunha, and The United States Geological Survey has an extradition treaty with them, and sometimes I drink coffee in their office. I have to be careful.