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Seriously, I do.
Because I'm bad at it
Really bad at it
Bad enough that I could cause a handheld calculator to explode in a cloud of silicone dust and ozone by attempting to do basic arithmetic.
I could add 2 and 4 together and get "potato"
The horse that lives across the road who's favorite pastime seems to be watching the corn grow has a better chance of getting the answer to a long division question than I do.
It ruined what should have been 2 years of otherwise pleasing high school education by forcing it's way cancer-like from the math wing down the hall to the science classrooms and infesting them with it's filthy numbers. Mutating fun things like smashing rocks in earth science and poking at fruit flies in biology into the hated disciplines of chemistry and physics where now you had to use MATH to prove that stuff was going to fall when you dropped it....... or that sulfuric acid would indeed dissolve exposed skin, even if both had just happened 2 seconds ago with about 40 eyewitnesses.
It's one of the reasons I chose to major in liberal arts, and was able to chicken out of ever having to do math again after 6 credits, 3 of which were a history of math class that people still think I made up.
Simply put: I will no longer crunch numbers for anyone who isn't the IRS and/or doesn't have a loaded 9mm Beretta pressed against my temple.
So, good Sir, I have no idea if that solution you wrote down to that algebra test question was correct.
This much I do know
Using the blank flip-side of that test sheet to make a forged permit because it was the same green paper color the real ones are made from was exceedingly stupid. So stupid in fact, that I don't even need to bring up the fact you didn't cut the edges straight, or the fact that the dates you put on the fakie meant that it would have expired within the hour I found it anyway, meaning you would have been towed for that even if the forgery had been convincing to start with.
Oh well, see ya in the mornin' buttercup, and that's $115 cash or credit, no checks
And here's one crucial piece of math that I actually CAN do:
My F-450 > Your F-150
Because I'm bad at it
Really bad at it
Bad enough that I could cause a handheld calculator to explode in a cloud of silicone dust and ozone by attempting to do basic arithmetic.
I could add 2 and 4 together and get "potato"
The horse that lives across the road who's favorite pastime seems to be watching the corn grow has a better chance of getting the answer to a long division question than I do.
It ruined what should have been 2 years of otherwise pleasing high school education by forcing it's way cancer-like from the math wing down the hall to the science classrooms and infesting them with it's filthy numbers. Mutating fun things like smashing rocks in earth science and poking at fruit flies in biology into the hated disciplines of chemistry and physics where now you had to use MATH to prove that stuff was going to fall when you dropped it....... or that sulfuric acid would indeed dissolve exposed skin, even if both had just happened 2 seconds ago with about 40 eyewitnesses.
It's one of the reasons I chose to major in liberal arts, and was able to chicken out of ever having to do math again after 6 credits, 3 of which were a history of math class that people still think I made up.
Simply put: I will no longer crunch numbers for anyone who isn't the IRS and/or doesn't have a loaded 9mm Beretta pressed against my temple.
So, good Sir, I have no idea if that solution you wrote down to that algebra test question was correct.
This much I do know
Using the blank flip-side of that test sheet to make a forged permit because it was the same green paper color the real ones are made from was exceedingly stupid. So stupid in fact, that I don't even need to bring up the fact you didn't cut the edges straight, or the fact that the dates you put on the fakie meant that it would have expired within the hour I found it anyway, meaning you would have been towed for that even if the forgery had been convincing to start with.
Oh well, see ya in the mornin' buttercup, and that's $115 cash or credit, no checks
And here's one crucial piece of math that I actually CAN do:My F-450 > Your F-150
...Uhm, is the answer "potatoe"? 
k you in the neck. Don't be bothering me with that. Go find a calculator and get out of my face."
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