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This morning, it was snowing like crazy when I got up. My wife tells me that there is a strange scratching noise coming from this large plastic container that we brought in from the shed yesterday (which has our fake Christmas tree parts in it). I drag the box outside and begin taking parts out. One of the parts I set on the top step was a hollow tube. I see a tiny field mouse head poking out and looking around.
So, I pick up the tube and give it a few shakes, but the little guy braced himself pretty good - he refused to come out. So without thinking I give the tube a good hard snap and - Ziiinnngggg! The little guy goes flying out, straight across the yard and into the side of my shed. What a tragic little sound he made when he bonged off the side. I felt pretty bad so I went to check him, but he burrowed into the snow and under the shed, none the worse for wear.
Later, after a 2 1/2 hour ordeal of driving in slippery icy snow and nearly going in a ditch twice and narrowly missing a street sign, I park my truck at work - only to have my brand new company truck promptly smashed by the landlord's snow plow.
The boss now feels a mixture of emotions: mad at the landlord, glad that it wasn't me who smashed the truck, and gratitude that me and a few others had the guts to make it in to work today, so he bought us lunch. Then he let us go home an hour and a half early. Don't forget, I got to work about an hour and a half late to begin with, so it was a short and sweet work day.
Not a bad day, but kind of weird.
So, I pick up the tube and give it a few shakes, but the little guy braced himself pretty good - he refused to come out. So without thinking I give the tube a good hard snap and - Ziiinnngggg! The little guy goes flying out, straight across the yard and into the side of my shed. What a tragic little sound he made when he bonged off the side. I felt pretty bad so I went to check him, but he burrowed into the snow and under the shed, none the worse for wear.
Later, after a 2 1/2 hour ordeal of driving in slippery icy snow and nearly going in a ditch twice and narrowly missing a street sign, I park my truck at work - only to have my brand new company truck promptly smashed by the landlord's snow plow.
The boss now feels a mixture of emotions: mad at the landlord, glad that it wasn't me who smashed the truck, and gratitude that me and a few others had the guts to make it in to work today, so he bought us lunch. Then he let us go home an hour and a half early. Don't forget, I got to work about an hour and a half late to begin with, so it was a short and sweet work day.
Not a bad day, but kind of weird.
