This guy I worked with used to say, “What happened?”. He would always feign concern for the farter.

It’s like when the last thing a mosquito sees is it’s ass when it hits your windshield.

Who knows if it’s really 7 million. He has a habit of inflating numbers.

Good summary.

If it helps any, I didn’t surrender to god. I surrendered to booze and it killed me. If it has to be nature, biology, or the universe it should be something greater than yourself. I’m lucky to be alive, I was dead for about 10 minutes. I was in a coma for the summer of '21. It fucked up my speech and writing, and I allowed it to steal my time and agency over my life. After quitting for a couple of years, I’ve lost about 125 lbs, can drive at night (I wouldn’t drink and drive) and I’ve been getting my life back on track. Booze was my god and I had to stop praying to it. Do what you have to do, it’s not easy. Sorry for the ramble and phone typing. Take your life back, it feels great.

Unless fines hurt the company financially, they are fees. I used to work for a nursery owner who filled his water truck from the hydrant because the fine cost less than the water from the water company.