MEMO: I KILL YOU.

Feeling rather peevish yesterday morning, I made a disparaging comment about a co-worker's valiant attempt at a beard. We'll call him Scott, because that's his name. I theorized loudly, well before I had any sufficient caffeine in my system, that his beard was a puerile attempt to look older, and gain 'cred' among his peers. He poured some coffee himself, and seemed to ponder this, stirring his creamer, stirring, stirring, stirring. He walked away, wordlessly. About an hour later, in between emailed exhortations to work harder, not smarter, he sent the above picture. The attached text indicated very clearly that it was NOT him who was getting cannibalized, cowboy style. Surliness has never been so equitably returned.