I think the fall down a flight of stairs my mom had when she was pregnant with me had more to do with how I am today than the sibling torture.

Something tells me this 'nameless' coworker doesnt spend much time standing on the top of any hills. He spends most of his free time trying on sweaters at the goodwill store and drinking himself purple.

i can always appreciate a good powell hand disease reference . . . how come no mention of him using scalding hot water to ease the itch?

I think I told the scalding hot water thing awhile back. It's not as horrifying sounding as him scratching it on the shelf above the prep table.