During particularly stressful days K and I both used to take tools out of our store and use them during our break time to dismantle and destroy the ugly, public parts of the malls. We actually did this independently until the day I asked him where the screwdriver was. "Oh, it's in my pocket. I was unscrewing the bathroom door and flushing the bolts down the toilet."
"Really?" I replied, "That's why I wanted it!"
This post from gordonzola is hilariously Rollins-esque:
Current Music: Lard -- The Power of Lard ♬