I can, and only you and I know what happened.
Milt and Greg were talking when it happened so, at most, they know that you were near my rig and that my gauge was hanging at some point.
@Farmergreg doesn't know when it fell and no one is asking him to have info that he doesn't have.
For more clarity:
Your legs were heavily wrapped in bandages, you waddled all day when you were barely on your feet, and you were having a hard time keeping your balance even with your cane.
Until you ducked my dash, the gauge had held up in Tucson, southern Nevada, Moab, Sand Hollow, and Terminator (until you touched my shit by accident).
A "man" would have yelled, "Hey I fucked up I'm sorry". That would have been the end of it.
But instead, you failed to be a man. You got really fucking quiet sitting an additional 15 feet away in your rig...no jokes about the duck nothing like that at all because you knew you fucked up and were too worried about not being responsible for the damage. You were never going to owe me anything monetarily. But you failed to show up and be a fucking man.
And since you didn't do your part, I was put in a tough spot because I didn't know what to say about it considering that I had just met you all for the first time and wanted to have a good time.
Consider knocking off all the tough talk when we both know you are basically 5% away from living in a hospital full-time.