Because he doesn't like pretty things.
About a month ago, the person what works the morning shift told me that someone broke our shiney new neon open-sign. I liked that sign. It was red and blue and all pretty and stuff. The red tubes that said "open" still lit, but there were some pretty blue tubes that encircled the word open, and they were broken. The windows on the front of our shop open up on warm days, and when they're open the open-sign hangs out in the open, instead of behind a window. So one afternoon some punk kid walks up to the sign, grabs one of the tubes, and yanks on it. It breaks in half, with no dramatic sparks or arcs of electricity, either. It just goes crack and the pretty blue light winks out. That's makes me sad. This is the exchange I had with my benighted coworker, whom attempted to repair the poor sign:
Coworker: "I taped the tube back together, but it won’t light."
Me: "That's because there’s no more neon in it. That's why they call it neon, there's supposed to be neon gas inside the tubes. When the tube broke, the magic neon pixies flew away."
Coworker: "Aw. Pixies."
We just got it fixed today. Not only that, but it's better now. Now the blue tubes form pretty curly-cues.
About a month ago, the person what works the morning shift told me that someone broke our shiney new neon open-sign. I liked that sign. It was red and blue and all pretty and stuff. The red tubes that said "open" still lit, but there were some pretty blue tubes that encircled the word open, and they were broken. The windows on the front of our shop open up on warm days, and when they're open the open-sign hangs out in the open, instead of behind a window. So one afternoon some punk kid walks up to the sign, grabs one of the tubes, and yanks on it. It breaks in half, with no dramatic sparks or arcs of electricity, either. It just goes crack and the pretty blue light winks out. That's makes me sad. This is the exchange I had with my benighted coworker, whom attempted to repair the poor sign:
Coworker: "I taped the tube back together, but it won’t light."
Me: "That's because there’s no more neon in it. That's why they call it neon, there's supposed to be neon gas inside the tubes. When the tube broke, the magic neon pixies flew away."
Coworker: "Aw. Pixies."
We just got it fixed today. Not only that, but it's better now. Now the blue tubes form pretty curly-cues.
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