Things got out of hand at the 8:00 am meeting and went downhill from there. At 8:00 am, the question was asked, who wanted to go outside, in the rain, and play Rugby. We were to put a number from 1 to 10 on an 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper. Ten meant let's go. One meant "have you lost your mind, it's raining out there". Then we crumpled it up, and threw it to someone else in the room. Big deal, two thirds of the room was missing. Then, we tossed them again.
There was a new guy in the room. Big guy. He stood about 6'3" and weighed maybe 270 pounds. Young guy. Defensive end if he could run. The guy in front said laughingly, "if we're playing, he's on my side" pointing at the new guy. Then we opened up our crumpled up sheets, and read the numbers. I had a sheet with a 10 on it. It belonged to Big Boy. Everyone else had written a 1 or a 2 until they got to Big Boy. He looked at his and he said, "who else wrote a 10?" I got up and said, "Me, you ready to go outside and give blood?" and started heading for the door. Big Boy didn't want to hear that, and said, "I was really thinking a 9" so I sat down. I got a note from the military guys that we ought to go out for a beer next week.
After that, the rest of the day went into the toilet. I should have been home by 1:00 pm, git here at 7:30 pm. Therefore, I am cancelling Friday. I'll get back to you. I really got to try something different.