This hack thought highly of himself, but in reality, another know-it-all safe in our midst. But he couldn’t roll with us. He couldn’t even act his way through this job credibly — time to cut ties, scratch this loser. We finished and headed out.
The pain in my hands was intense as I continued to burrow away from the job in our make-shift tunnel.
Outside, the hail was coming down fast. It felt like acid hitting us. Pay-backs for doing a dirty deed? The pain was justice for committing the robbery when you tamper with the natural order – Karma.