So I work customer service. With games. Right now I am buried in requests, and somewhat of a stress monkey. Definitely a 'Switch To Decaf' sort of day. I work alone in a building by myself right now, where there is room for my crap. I have alot of crap. I have some long days ahead of me before I crest the mound of emails.
Someone headed over here for some playtesting (my homestead is also the rec-room sort of, lunch and flex space), and asked me if I needed anything. I listed off a couple things I needed from the main building. A couple damaged games to murder for pieces. Office supplies.
A couple clones would be nice.
I'll be damned if he did not bring me some Rackham miniatures Clone units. Not even from sarcasm. He's the guy I generally go to when I need something Rackham replaced, because I have a hard time keeping all the 1000 freaking figures sorted. He was 100% earnest, when he thought I needed some. It was a good excuse to have a laugh.
Now to go make a cup of Decaf Earl Grey.