Almost 15 years ago at a blacksmithing demo one of "momma's little darlings" after being warned, and being herded out of the work area at least thrice proceded to tangle her long hair into the gears of a post drill and started to scream like a banshee. My reaction, to attempt to extract the hair from the drill, or soothe the little darling calming her so her mother could extract her, nope, I pointed at the sign promising that all unattended children would be sold into slavery and proceded to start calling an auction while her mother tried to remover her hair from the drill without cutting it. Do I make the grade as currmudgeon?

Weasel :ootd: