I once, uh, ran my car into a concrete post outside a fast food drive-thru. Tore some of the chrome right off.
I’m glad Unca Cece set the record straight, because the story I had heard was he wanted to knock down the building in order to impress Jody Foster.
But I still don’t see how the talking fish fits in…
It’s a MacGuffin.
How rude!
Not one person thanked the Perfect Master.
Allow me to be the first…
Thank you Cecil for favoring us with your tale. It was an honor to behold.
(is there a brown nose smiley??)
Or a red herring.
Years ago, at the plant where I work, there was a forklift driver with a special affinity for concrete block walls. His name (I am not making this up) was Stan Back.
Oh boy! That was great!
Now will you tell us about when you were held at gunpoint?
Please!
[sub]please please please please pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease[/sub]
Thanks.
Oh yes, please, Unca Cecil? I’m not tired, I wannanother story!
Thank you, Cecil. That was a wonderful story. You’re my favorite poster. Even more than John Corrado. 
Thank You, Cecil!!! ::bows before the Perfect Master::
::snif:: That was beautiful man ::snif:: I got something in my eye ::snif::…
Cecil, thank you for the amusing story…
I do wonder if your boss would have ever thought that the kid he was talking sternly to would be the Cecil Adams.
Now could you please inform us of the name of your former boss and the address of your former employer?
But seriously, I’d love to hear about the being held at gunpoint.
What a pathetic load of arse-lickers! 
Yeah! Show 'em how arse-licking is really done, Princhester!
[sub]Or isn’t that what you meant?[/sub]
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[sup]Cecil Who?[/sup][/ul]
You know…Cecil…His Purple Holiness…
I wonder if Cecil will see my name and know that I exist…
Clap, clap, I deserved that.
<< Clap, clap, I deserved that. >>
Naw, nobody deserves the clap, it’s very painful, but there is treatment, see a doctor right away. And use protection next time.
Am I the only one here wondering how the hell they got the crane back up on the trusses?
Back to the fish story:
Okay, so he’s got God striking up a conversation with him, albeit through a fish, and his first inclination is to butcher the thing*? He stabbed to death the messenger of God? Man! In the grand scale of morality, that’s got to be right up there with blasphemy and heresy.
Being the good catholic that I am, I’d toss that (live) blessed fish into a garage sale aquarium and call the local t.v. station so that the legions of faithful could flock to the site of the piscatory miracle. And in the true American spirit, I’d have vendors walking around selling tasteful “The Miracle Bass of Cincinnati” t-shirts, so that my brothers and sisters could memorialize their pilgrimage. The t-shirts would be modestly priced, of course, because one mustn’t exploit being a “chosen one.”
*Speaking of butchering the fish, what does one ask per pound for a linguistically blessed vessel-of-God carp? If that ain’t an item that SCREAMS e-bay, I don’t know what is.
The rails on most gantry cranes I’ve seen end at the walls - they sorta need to be attached to, if not into, the walls to support the tonnage they carry. The limit switches are usually a foot or two from the, shall we say, hard stops. Sometimes, the hard stops may be some sort of big springs or rubber bumpers, and sometimes, they’re just the wall.
At any rate, I doubt Cecil’s mistrust in limit switches caused anything to come undone.