Jarod turned his head at hearing a dark complaint, one of the men on his team unhappy with the summer heat they were working under. "It's hotter than a burning building out here."
"No it's not," he said, surprised at the words despite how many times he had seen that people said the strangest things sometimes. "Burning buildings routinely reach temperatures of 1500 degrees Fahrenheit, it's not even a tenth of that here..."
"A) How the heck do you know that, and B) why do you take everything so literally, Jarod, man?" his teammate replied, rolling his eyes as they hauled at the line.
"I worked in a firehouse for a while," Jarod replied, shrugging off the rest of it. "I was raised by a very -- methodical, I think -- person. It stuck."
"Well, un-stick it, dude, you're such a wet blanket sometimes."
"Wet blanket? That seems an appropriate metaphor for what you were saying earlier, but what does that have to do with bein -- oh. Another reference I'm missing?"
"Shit, somebody else deal with this guy, wouldja?"
"No it's not," he said, surprised at the words despite how many times he had seen that people said the strangest things sometimes. "Burning buildings routinely reach temperatures of 1500 degrees Fahrenheit, it's not even a tenth of that here..."
"A) How the heck do you know that, and B) why do you take everything so literally, Jarod, man?" his teammate replied, rolling his eyes as they hauled at the line.
"I worked in a firehouse for a while," Jarod replied, shrugging off the rest of it. "I was raised by a very -- methodical, I think -- person. It stuck."
"Well, un-stick it, dude, you're such a wet blanket sometimes."
"Wet blanket? That seems an appropriate metaphor for what you were saying earlier, but what does that have to do with bein -- oh. Another reference I'm missing?"
"Shit, somebody else deal with this guy, wouldja?"
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