I can POST!!! kisses thar inter-webs
People, the 23rd was an interesting day for me. It was supposed to be a Half Day (all praise the powers that be! Half o Day Off!!!). And it was. It was to be a great day, one for getting things done, having fun. One that was to be memorable. How was I supposed to know that 23 is my unlucky number?
Our tale starts out on the NJ Turnpike, scooting to work. Granted, I was a little late after stopping at the Hallmark store…and maybe I wasn’t doing 55.
stop laughing, you. I heard that.
And thats when one of the the large 18-wheelers on my right kicked up a Very large rock for me (made me feel guilty; I didn’t get it Anything). And, Presto! My !st gift of the Season: a Golf-ball sized hole in middle of my windshield! ( XM radio!? Screw that, My car Whistles! Oh, wait, I gotta keep it quiet or everyone will want one… :rolleyes: )
OK, I was a little pissed. I mean, If the diameter of the hole is the size of a Silver Dollar, allowing for depth of glass & penetration… I’m guessing this thing was the size of a small whiffle-ball. But with a tad more Stopping-Power.
Hey! Practical use of Geometry! Thank You, Mr Smith! (Sorry we called you “Wombat”)
Also, thanks to various CSI type TV shows, with the neat little wooden dowels showing bullet trajectories, given the origin of the truck (ahead of me to my left) and the position of the drivers seat, I can determine that :
- The glass stopped it from going through.
- If it hadn’t, I would have been hit, w/o question, center-mass.
- I’m still here to say ‘Hi’ to Opal! (Og Bless Her!!!)
Now people, that would have been a fun day if it had been left at that, but the powers that be, however, sent me a bonus. Its like Billy Mays showed up as the Ghost of Karma Past & said, “But Wait! There’s More…!”
After finishing work & getting home, I sat down to what should have been a nice creative afternoon playing & posting before getting some take-out for dinner. And in fact, I was on-line, gaming…
*When from behind the PC there arose such a clatter,
I jumped from my seat to see whats the matter.
And there in a blue-flash spark, Extending half-a-foot,
Left dreams of game-play: with a Sizzle. A Pop. And some Soot!
No lights, pop-ups, no Norton in a jiffy.
No gurgles screams cries (not even from Clippy)
A large tower where once ran V-64.
She lay silent, quiet; she’d run here no more.
My wife took the news very calm, not a peep.
(…visions of killing me later on in my sleep?)
And after I’d reached the end of my tale
She reminded me its Xmas; (“This crap is on sale”)
We’d shop later on to see what offers lay,
and I asked “So honey, how was Your day?” :dubious:
Dopers, I wish Happy Holidays right here & right now
I leave to out run Yon Fist Of Death (somehow)*