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I have to go to sensitivity training this Saturday.
That's right. Instead of riding, working, lifting or sleeping, I'll be sitting in an uncomfortable chair staring at my watch, not listening to some skinny geek talk about how to be more sensetive to my fellow employees.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I'm already probably the most sensitive guy on the planet. I'm so sensetive that one time after I had crashed three guys in a kierin, I apologised to one of them, and didn't even kick any of them when they were down. Sensitive.
Another example: I'm so sensitive, that one time when I was cutting the roof off of a Chrysler Lebaron (for a fire service rescue class, not to get the stereo), one of my classmates was inside the car being a "victim" (he's kind of submissive like that) and I made sure to cut away from him so he didn't get sprayed with glass and sparks. See? Sensitive.
Hey and another time, I fell asleep during a root canal. Wait. That's a bad example.

DT