when the 7 year old granddaughter plays on the computer, I taught the old guy how to empty History. I'm sure this makes me a terrible person and Jesus is very disappointed in me, but I keep imagining her sobbing so hard that the stupid giant bow on top of her head (seriously, she wears them ALL THE TIME now, is she auditioning for a Shirley Temple biopic or something) quivers. And then I get warm glowing warming glow feeling. He's that guy in the Kiwanis club who squeezes way hard when shaking your hand. You hate him for that and 'cause your wife wants to know why you don't bring home as much money as he does. His daughter is real good at tennis and yours just Facebooks all day. Naw, that's not what I had in mind, because I've never known anyone like that. I was thinking more of the head office guy I worked under when I was on pipeline construction as an undergraduate. He knew that the students working summers had futures ahead of them, and he was never getting promoted above middle ranks. So he rained as much crap on them as he could, and took sadistic pleasure in it. People working under him were not people to do a job, they were people to take his aggressions out on. When he found out I had been accepted into an Ivy League school for graduate school, he was beside himself with suppressed venom and evident