I am.
That bear came in here acting like he was the greatest creature ever to waltz through downtown on four legs...well let me tell you, he wasn’t. I let him have his fun, run around a little, chew on the ankles of a couple of girls from income processing, but after half my workday had been eaten up by all the bearanoia, I decided enough was enough. I lured him in with the half eaten brown trout I happened to have in my car, and once he was within striking distance, I said “Look here bear, your reign of bear-ror is over.” and punched him square in his wet little bear nose. I let the professionals take it from there, so at least they could feel like they did something.
To everyone I work with, you're welcome.
