I had just got back from vacation at the beach, when I kicked the shit out of my couch and broke my damn toe while reaching for the lamp. I've kicked my couch a million times, but this time I really kicked the shit out of it. All a person can do for a broken toe is ice it, which makes it hurt a whole lot worse.
Super.
Today, while typing up an Emergency Action Plan Manual for a local dam, I thought I would learn all kinds of new and interesting things about what people do when a dam fails, but it turns out they just call 911. Hopefully the subsequent chapters will be more exciting. My favorite part so far is this:
"While the potential for minor panic exists..."
Potential for minor panic?! I think I would be potentially freaking the fuck out.
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