Friday, February 21, 2003
Attack of the...Object |9:51 AM|
(The following were written for another place, but I'll post them here in the proper order)
There's an object, of unknown origin, sitting in the handicapped spot outside my place of work.
It appears to be one of those regular sized paintcans, painted all back, wrapped in celophane. (It's pissing down rain, so that's likely to protect it)
There's no construction around, there's no work being done. No reason I know of to have something like that sitting in the parking lot.
In Fox News Land, this is clearly a terrorist plot. I do work inside (if not for) the second largest computer company blah blah blah.
Now, even if that whole goddamn can was an incredibly powerful explosive, since it's a paintcan, I'm safe here in the building. If it's a chemical/biological agent, it'd have to be a robotic can, with little legs and a spray gun to get to me in here.
So, I'm safe. My boss and I discussed it, and we let the fantastically lazy security people know about it. In case some handicapped people make handicapped faces at it while trying to park. More than likely, said security guy went back to jerking off to mouse on moose porn, or whatever the fuck they do.
Current ideas are "Poke it with a large stick from great distance" and "Throw rocks from great distance". We don't have a stick long enough (and my dick is not being put on the line here. Not even for national security), and have you ever looked for good rocks to throw at shit? It's like the landscapers went around and found all the rocks that could be used to peg assholes and took them away. You can't find proper rocks for a great distance.
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