that's great kid...
Wrinkle Cracker
so...I get to the service call and I'm working away on the evil machine...<tool noises>
tinker tinker here...tinker tinker there ....
and the whole time the operator is sitting there nearby yammering on and on and on and on and on and on... trying deperately to fill the uneasy silence or something...talking/bitching about the machine talking/bitching about the company he works for... typical stuff...he's an old white guy, probably sixty two.
couple of hours go by and then all the sudden he says something as if he is reveiling his secret identity .
I'm wrinkle cracker....
I say nothing in reponse
I'm wrinkle cracker!... he repeats more forcefully
um...ok?
that's my rap name...all the black girls love me because I get a paycheck!I'm wrinkle cracker!...
that's...great.... /goes back to working
trying to use the sheer force of my will power to shut him up...
somehow if I focus on ignoring him hard enough I can stop him from launching deeper into his weird tirade...
newp
/tries to change the subject
newp
and...it... just... kept... getting... weirder...
oh boy...so now I want to hurry up...because obviously this guy is never going to stop. I have heard all the confessions I wanted to hear....
/tries to change the subject again
newp
I tried throwing all kinds of weird curveballs at him to get him to shut up...
Newp
time for the big guns... /clear throat
"I heard David Lee Roth used to work here"
and that confused him just long enough for me to finish up and get the hell out of there!!!