Being the highly qualified and underutilized engineer I am, I get to do the jobs reserved for the low-man on the totem pole. Today, I get to embark on a journey I have only once before completed. A quiet ride home with a fired coworker. I think it has something to do with the fact that it is clear that his hot blooded murderous rage could not possibly fall on my cute little tuchus. After all, I didn't fire him. But I get to clean up the mess. I am The Fox, of Pulp Fiction Fame, only instead of driving an NSX, I get to drive him, in his company Chevy Silverado, back home to SAN MARTIN. If you live in the bay area, you probably don't know where that is. It is 30 miles south of San Jose, between Morgan Hill and Gilroy. Sweet. I'll let you know if I decide to pack heat.
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