First off- My apologies! I haven’t been updating regularly due to insane schedules and my internet was wiped out by another damned limb taking out my cable/internet for days on end.
You do NOT want to hear about the conversation I had when the text updates went from “Your technician is on his way” to “Your appointment has been rescheduled to Friday at 7 pm”. I DID, however, discover how to get a human being on the phone from a certain cable company, and I’m sure he’s very tired of having to act contrite and apologetic to every furious person who calls, but he did his job well…enough.
But on a more entertaining note. Look! Paste is pissed!
That’s gonna lead to a storyline if I have anything to say about it.
Dude still hasn’t gotten a Kleenex or something. He needs a ride to the clinic so Kara can chastise him AGAIN for doing something foolishly stupid. Then ask Paste about Hubris. Who’s still off the grid. But he’ll be okay, he’s a survivor.
Everybody else may be oblivious to Paste and his situation, but I doubt Bob will let him bleed to death.
Wait, where is Bob? Did he disappear again?
Well then, it might be time for Paste to use a few choice words (and I’m pretty sure he knows some).
Half pint looks like he’s a pint short.
Bloody troll.
Time to bury the hatc… I mean cable in your yard, Greg.
He just realized it’s not about him.
Poor Paste… I guess he’ll just have to take himself to the clinic. Although, I doubt he’ll make it back in time for the 4 o’clock meeting.
I guess it will all depend on how long the blood transfusion takes…
Looks like Paste has gone through that window enough times that people see it as routine for him.
“It’s okay, he’ll heal up just fine.”
Btw, where’s his helmet?