Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Here's my beef. Wyatt. Wyatt is the "Security Guard" for our building. I use the term security guard loosely because I'm not exactly sure how fast a 400 pound man can move in order to guard something or how a narcoleptic can provide adequate security. All I know is, when I walk into the building in the morning, we exchange pleasantries, and by the time I reach the elevator (approx. 24 steps), Wyatt is asleep - snoring so loud I'm legitimately concerned. Bless his heart.