We also hired another guy (scrap cutter) a few years back that collected cats. Dunno where he lived, but I'm sure it wasn't pretty.
He would come into work every morning, and wrap band aids around every finger on his hands. He then would put safety pins all over his clothes (hundreds of the things all in a row) and wander around the yard chewing his tongue. It got so bad we had to hide the safety pins and band aids in the first aid room, because this wierdo was costing us thousands of dollars in tape and accessories.
Man, I could go on for days telling stories about the crackpots I used to work with. Most of them were the scrap cutters though.....it must be something about the torches that gets into your brain and makes you mad.
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