Spad31
Previously, on Battlestar Galactica...
So there I was, minding my own business...coming back to work after a glorious 36-hour break. I get to my desk, and find a suspicious parcel addressed to me. Now, for those of you in the know, there are usually tell-tale signs in package bombs; loose wrapping, wires protruding, ticking, stains, etc. Not this time. Oh, this guy was good. I was actually holding the thing in both hands when it detonated, blowing off both thumbs and my left pinky (I'm typing with a combination elbow/nose technique. Tough to do). Fortunately, I was wearing the required-in-a-war-zone reflective belt, so I survived the blast, and lived to tell this tale. I'm expecting to relive this horror again and again in my dreams for years to come.
Thank you, Sir! You Rock!
Trey
Thank you, Sir! You Rock!
Trey