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Old February 22, 2013, 10:42 PM   #52
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Location: Puget Sound Area
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Some years ago I was helping to renovate the local community theatre, which consists mainly of people who would likely freak out over a firearm. I was carrying at 3:00 under a big sweatshirt.

I was maneuvering through a crowded room with my arms full of materials, unable to defend myself, when someone rather crashed into me from the right, and a big "THUNK" sounded as something hit the floor.

I froze, waiting for the screams, then managed to look down—to see my big yellow carpenter's tape on the floor where it had fallen.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side.
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