I just have to wonder who in the world thinks it's normal to go back to a place they used to work, tell a random contractor "my friend is taking back his stuff," and then cut it down. During normal hours.
But I suppose it matches the kind of attitude that holds a URL for ransom. For money that only existed in a paranoid fantasy in the first place.
Sigh. Some people make it really hard to stay friends.
Otherwise, the night ended reasonably well. Apart from the extra gossip level, things stayed pretty positive. The bar had a normal take for a Sunday.
Tonight has been, well, slow. That's not too unusual for a Monday, but it's been a bit slower. Still, we had a nice visit from
Ah well. I'm spending a pleasant evening with people I like. It's why I do this, anyway.