Bad day at Alexandria.

Conflict with the 'lustrious potentate of the Grand Mystic Loyal Order of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine?

I'm not a Shriner. But, worse. People clothed in a little brief power who forget that in the grand scheme of things, no Master Mason has any higher rank than another.

Plus, I was royally pissed at the hotel, earlier, but that problem has been dealt with to the satisfaction of both sides. But it takes me a while to cool down after I actually have to raise my voice with someone, and the Maker's Mark and the beautiful bartender are 27 floors below me at the moment.

I'll leave it at that, and go have a drink :)

I'm a master mason. Want me to stomp the shit out of somebody? ;)