Big Q, on-air personality and production director for our radio stations in Killeen & Temple, has a bit of a reputation of having a fuse.  It takes a while to get lit, but when it's going, clear the building.

Photo evidence of my a-hole parking job today. Photo by me.

We like to mess with Big Q.  Big Q likes to mess with us.  It's a two-way street.  Q, I believe, loves the always-on-the-border-of-offending-someone-on-purpose image he's built for himself, and we've grown to see laughing at some of his more outlandish statements as a guilty pleasure.

Big Q gets the job done.  Whatever that job may be, you task him with it, and it's as good as done.  Public relations?  He tolerates people, at best.  Leave Q alone with his work and he's in his element.  Put Big Q in charge of anything warm & fuzzy and you're barking up the wrong tree.

A phone call with Q threatening the paint job of my truck, while on the surface may be typical Q, is actually a sign of progress.  I'm not sure whether it's Q having a new vehicle or whether he genuinely wanted to avoid putting a ding in my truck's paint, but whatever the reason, it shows Q cares.  About something.

I'm actually leaning toward Q just not wanting to deal with hearing me cry & complain about my baby, Rhianna, being dinged.  Come to think of it, he may have just wanted to point out my horrible parking job.  I was late coming to a meeting this morning because my dog snuck out the front door and I had to chase him for two blocks (thankfully, there were no cell phone videos catching all this) before coming to work.

For the sake of the holiday season, I'm going to pretend Q's phone call threatening to ding my truck if I didn't move it is actually a sign of him wanting to be a kind, gentle person.  My personal theory has always been that he's a big softy that hides his love for all creatures on God's green earth as he loves himself.  Nah, probably not.  Q is Q for a reason, and we love him for it.