Friday, February 21, 2003
|9:50 AM|
(This was written 30 minutes or so after the above)
A month or so after 9/11, some jackass left his briefcase behind at the Time Warner building right by my apartment. I used to work there, so I still knew a bunch of people. I and a friend stopped by to pick up pizza or something and lo-and-behold, everyone in Time Warner is standing outside while the big armored bomb squad truck is trundling around.
That poor bastard's briefcase had a fucking catastophic reality failure a few minutes later.
Hmmm, I guess the police know that they can "detonate" anything if they add enough of their crazy law-abiding explosives to it.
I went out there with my itty-bitty digital camera, found the thing, and realized a couple important facts:
I was perfectly safe, this was not a bomb.
This was not left here on purpose, it was accidently dropped
It's a package of black plastic plates, SOLO brand.
What the FUCK?
I mean, yeah, from the side, it looks vaguely sinister with the celophane and all that. But C'mon! The stoner that works with me walked by while I was out there, staring in a dumbfounded fashion at the plates, and he managed to ID them as plates at a slow amble. (For visual reference, think Shaggy).
Plates. I'll be sure to write up a full fucking report for my boss. And what if security checks it out? I'll never be able to go to the cafeteria again.
Guard: "Whoa there, pal, don't you want us to check those trays out before you serve yourself? They look sinister!"
Other guards: *GUFFAW*
Christ, it's almost enough to make me go build a shitty pipe bomb and switch to the two. Fuck.
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