I remember my first job working at my friend's dad's warehouse and they had those toxic glue mouse traps and while sweeping one day I found a trap with a mouse fully trapped and wiggling and I had no idea what to do and I was like 18 and every inch a child so I ran to get the manager thinking he'd know what to do but he just crushed it with a shovel. I felt betrayed but realized I wasn't surprised because of course that's what would happen. I'm sure he probably was rolling his eyes at me but was a nice enough guy that he was trying to be a redneck dad about it and using it as a "man up" teaching moment.
I still feel bad about that mouse.
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Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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