Folks, this town plays for keeps.
"He's a big guy. I don't even know how he could fit through there," Elliot said. "Probably to get in and unlock the door. They said he had one arm through there and his head was caught in there like he was to reach up and unlock the door because there's no way he could fit through there."
You can't hire good help, or get a job completed on time, or motivate someone to do what you've paid them to do, oh no. But just let one little gal say, "No!" to some man, and watch the laser-like focus on a task: regaining lost ground at any price, any way, Right Now.
Proud. Stubborn. Dead.
I need to move away from this end of the gene pool.