Seems one of our member ordered a couple of F-bombs and had them delivered to where her worked. The day they arrived he opened the box to take a look, peeled the plastic off and it promptly exploded in his hand, covering paper work.
That was me!
So my desk is almost dead center in the middle of my department with racks of hydraulic tubing in fromt and behind me, on my right is a rack of tube bending dies and a electric/hydraulic tube bender.
On to what happened. Today the guy who is in charge of shipping/receiving calls in sick. Since I used to do that job, I get to fill in and receive stuff when UPS or FedEx delivers. Well today happened to be the day that one of my orders from SpecOps came. I have them all delivered to my work because I'm never home when UPS delivers. Today I got one of my small orders, but it came with my free Big Boy F-Bomb!
Well I can't wait to see how this thing works and I decide I'm gonna try it out on my break. I've never used one before and I'm itching to try it. I see that the instructions are under the plastic that covers the grenade and I'm gonna have to get those out so I can read and figure out the proper protocal for using this thing. Well I go to peel the plastic back and I'm guessing that something slid and hit the rubberband because suddenly I felt a cold sensation on my face, neck and chest. When I opened my eyes I saw, on my desk, the last spurtings of paint coming out of the grenade that had gone off in my hands. I then paused to survey the surroundings and saw that EVERYTHING had paint on it. My computer, my desk, a couple work orders, THE WHOLE FLOOR! and of course, ME!
I keep from panicking and start grabbing anything I can to clean this mess up. I happen to have shop rags laying around and I even resort to using my spare shirt which is a astupid idea because I kind of need it now. So I get the paint off most evrything after about 10 minutes, during which, for some reason, nobody comes to my desk, a rarity at my work. Anyways, I'm trying to get the final crap off my keyboard when the shop supervisor comes up to me to ask a question. He doesn't seem to notice anything until he is about to leave. Then he looks at one of my pink soaked work orders and says, "Are you alright? What happened?"
This is when I look down and realize that this is PERFECT. All I cansay here is THANK YOU SPECOPS! The paint in a Big Boy is the perfect color of puke. It might not look like it in the grenade, but once it's thinned out and smeared on paper, it's perfect!
I calmly say that I didn't feel all that great, but I'll be ok.
Now I look like an All-Star trooper who stays at work, even though he's so sick that he threw up at his desk!
Oh, by the way, the instructions somehow managed to stay clean and they say "Do not touch rubber band, simply throw AFTER removing plastic in a high arc near the opposing players" I'm thinking something went wrong here, but it all worked out in the end. And now I'm pretty sure my review will be better.
That was a great time.