Enlightened Complaining

Chris was the company clown at a mail-order bike shop I worked at.  Unlike the clownery he perpetrated on other employees of the company, the clownery he directed at me was evil-clownery, like the time he put bike grease under my desk.  Even though my legs glided easily under the desk, his prank ruined my pants.
He also like to insult me, calling me a baby and other names related to the fact I was the youngest salesperson there.  In truth, I think Chris was duking it out with me for the title of most socially irrelevant person in the company.  He wanted to make sure I won.
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