Damn these old ears!

I got yelled at by a kid in clad today. I'm not sure how much restraint I can really show. This was only the second day of three months that we will be in the same labs. He runs around so much that it can't be very effective, but I'm pretty certain chef Villarreal will assum that I'm lazy and he is a hard worker. Inefficient and hard working are good buddies. This kid is all elbows, there are sixteen people in the class doing the work of five, and I don't want to be in the way or trample anybody. I also feel like I should apply for a variance that lets me choke people out when they get out of line. We were done, I was washing or drying my hands, and I thought that I heard "did everybody get their knives out of the cage so that I can lock it?". Well, it isn't your jerb to lock the cage, but you really want to show initiative, great. I said "no" because I didn't want my stuff locked up. Then I heard that the question was "does anybody want to get their knives out" so that he could finish being so great. Assuming that I am clever or funny or something, I replied "oh... No" again. In response I was immediately scolded. "you'd better watch what you're saying, buddy." woah! I mean "woah, forgive me! Wow, I'm sorry." I think that I was overly apologetic in suc a way that others took notice. Now, I would never kill in front of witnesses, but sometimes luck should not be pushed. This should still be the getting-to-know-you stage in our relationship. I will make sure this bitch gets to know me. I am thinking that he should also get a nickname for the rest of the year, at least. If he calls everybody "bro" I think his name will be "baby doll" or something equally adorable from this point forward. Turds belong in toilets, not kitchens. Fuck that guy and his shitty attitude.