Things You See at Work
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General Zod
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I worked in a gas station while in college. Another gas station in the same area owned by the same company dropped a car sideways off the lift. It slammed into the outside wall. On that wall were shelves loaded with batteries. All the batteries were crushed and the top and side of the car was covered in battery acid.
The boss used to give us crap about drinking beer after work. All the trash went into barrels out back of the station, and he'd check every morning to see if there were beer cans. We solved this problem - well, "solved" - by simply tossing the beer cans on the roof. This went on for a long time, and one day a customer parked a new Corvette on the side of the building and came in to buy cigarettes. There was a can on the edge of the roof, and the wind blew it off. It hit square in the center of the Corvette's hood and chipped the paint. The boss ordered one of the staff to go home and get a ladder and make sure there weren't any more cans on the roof. The guy got the ladder and climbed up, but then he stopped at the top and hung onto the ladder and was laughing. He climbed down and another guy went up. The cans had plugged the drains and there was about 6 inches of water covering the roof. It was hard to see the water because it was completely covered with a sea of beer cans, all gently swaying in the breeze. They ended up filling 5 55-gallon drums with beer cans off that roof.
The boss used to stop at an ice house down the street after work, and the day all this happened, I had to track him down there to get something signed. He offered to buy me a beer. "How about one of them Miller Lites?" I can't remember the name of the beer at this moment, but I knew that it was the same brand that had blown onto the Corvette. I answered, "Oh, no, not that. I never drink that crap. I'll have Pabst." (Again, I don't remember what I picked; it was whatever I saw someone else drinking.) In truth, we all drank whatever someone showed up with, but I wasn't about to take the rap for the Corvette paint chip.
The boss used to give us crap about drinking beer after work. All the trash went into barrels out back of the station, and he'd check every morning to see if there were beer cans. We solved this problem - well, "solved" - by simply tossing the beer cans on the roof. This went on for a long time, and one day a customer parked a new Corvette on the side of the building and came in to buy cigarettes. There was a can on the edge of the roof, and the wind blew it off. It hit square in the center of the Corvette's hood and chipped the paint. The boss ordered one of the staff to go home and get a ladder and make sure there weren't any more cans on the roof. The guy got the ladder and climbed up, but then he stopped at the top and hung onto the ladder and was laughing. He climbed down and another guy went up. The cans had plugged the drains and there was about 6 inches of water covering the roof. It was hard to see the water because it was completely covered with a sea of beer cans, all gently swaying in the breeze. They ended up filling 5 55-gallon drums with beer cans off that roof.
The boss used to stop at an ice house down the street after work, and the day all this happened, I had to track him down there to get something signed. He offered to buy me a beer. "How about one of them Miller Lites?" I can't remember the name of the beer at this moment, but I knew that it was the same brand that had blown onto the Corvette. I answered, "Oh, no, not that. I never drink that crap. I'll have Pabst." (Again, I don't remember what I picked; it was whatever I saw someone else drinking.) In truth, we all drank whatever someone showed up with, but I wasn't about to take the rap for the Corvette paint chip.
So why does that remind me of going to the dentist.
General Zod
TGT Addict
That's a Rowe Maxillary Disimpaction Forceps. Steve's holding them upside down. They're used to pull the upper jaw off the face.
You're welcome.
General Zod
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I often imagine you arriving at your office on a Harley that you leap off of while it parks itself, just like Steve Martin.
Video of some wannabe using the Rowe forceps. Real men down-fracture the maxilla much more definitively and we don't use forceps. If you make your cuts correctly, it is easy to pull the upper jaw down with your fingers.
General Zod
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Was this before? Or after the victim ingested sheep guts?
Cool 'Horn Luke
Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything.
What in the hell.......there's something I can't unsee (and no, I didn't watch the second one).
