Funny story
Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 1:59 pm
There was a guy I saw today that I used to work with..reminded me of an older story.
The guy that worked on the line in the mill was named Herman. Herman had worked on a hog farm in Cordell, Georgia for the majority of his working life. He was in his mid 40s when he started working for us, which was him "getting into the world". Our town (a small town of around 2,000 people) was "the world" to him. He didn't take a lot of things seriously, he was more like a teenager in his view of everything because he'd never seen what happens outside of a hog farm.
We had a bomb threat called into our workplace (paper mill). The whole time people were worried about it, while Herman was talking big "They ain't gonna do shit!". "People don't do stuff like that around here!". The call turned out to be a pissed off trucker, but that's irrelevant. We (the maintenance department) took some PVC, a circuit board, a rat's nest of wiring, and a stopwatch and put it all together. We waited until Herman was about to change over, and we stuffed it in the cores he was about to get.
We sat in the control room waiting, then we heard a huge girly sounding scream and here came Herman running wide open, he tripped up about 3 times, jumped up and took off again, eventually diving in the control room on his face. It was pretty funny
"b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bomb!" 
You'd have to see it to appreciate it, but I know some of you from the country know EXACTLY the kind of people I'm talking about.
The guy that worked on the line in the mill was named Herman. Herman had worked on a hog farm in Cordell, Georgia for the majority of his working life. He was in his mid 40s when he started working for us, which was him "getting into the world". Our town (a small town of around 2,000 people) was "the world" to him. He didn't take a lot of things seriously, he was more like a teenager in his view of everything because he'd never seen what happens outside of a hog farm.
We had a bomb threat called into our workplace (paper mill). The whole time people were worried about it, while Herman was talking big "They ain't gonna do shit!". "People don't do stuff like that around here!". The call turned out to be a pissed off trucker, but that's irrelevant. We (the maintenance department) took some PVC, a circuit board, a rat's nest of wiring, and a stopwatch and put it all together. We waited until Herman was about to change over, and we stuffed it in the cores he was about to get.
We sat in the control room waiting, then we heard a huge girly sounding scream and here came Herman running wide open, he tripped up about 3 times, jumped up and took off again, eventually diving in the control room on his face. It was pretty funny
"b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bomb!" You'd have to see it to appreciate it, but I know some of you from the country know EXACTLY the kind of people I'm talking about.