a rubber band pulled back on his finger... friday afternoon
Link with 900: Straight line.
[One year while I was still in school I had a summer job in a government office. We worked hard but there were times when we tried to let off a little steam, especially on Friday afternoons. Occasionally we staged inter-office wars and the rubber band was the weapon of choice. By the end of the summer our aim had gotten pretty good. I recall one time a security guard held up his cigarette and challenged me to hit it from across the lobby. To his surprise I knocked it out of his fingers on the first shot. That summer I felt like a top gun.]
Ha! When I first rose to 'Manager status' I introduced beer and networked games of Marathon (a Mac game not unlike Doom) every Friday afternoon from 3pm onwards . . . great team building exercise and great fun! ;-)
From "The Haiku Anthology" I became interested in Haiku and I have since written numerous haiku, senyru, and tanka. "Masago", my haiku pen-name, means "grain(s) of sand" in Japanese. I have recently started learning Esperanto and Japanese. A few years ago I developed a new eastern verse form which we now call 'Renhai'.
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a rubber band
pulled back on his finger...
friday afternoon
Link with 900: Straight line.
[One year while I was still in school I had a summer job in a government office. We worked hard but there were times when we tried to let off a little steam, especially on Friday afternoons. Occasionally we staged inter-office wars and the rubber band was the weapon of choice. By the end of the summer our aim had gotten pretty good. I recall one time a security guard held up his cigarette and challenged me to hit it from across the lobby. To his surprise I knocked it out of his fingers on the first shot. That summer I felt like a top gun.]
Ha! When I first rose to 'Manager status' I introduced beer and networked games of Marathon (a Mac game not unlike Doom) every Friday afternoon from 3pm onwards . . . great team building exercise and great fun! ;-)
I like your story. :)
The week before my co-worker moved out of town and took a job somewhere else, she shot a rubber band at me (and my boss)
The boss had her pencil in her hand.
The rubber band flew about 20 feet and landed a ringer on the bosses pencil.
We were all in stitches. She was such a horrid shot, it had to be a good bye gift.
glad i'm not alone
nice one :)
High Noon--Dead-Eye Vaughn!! I put my rubber bands down for water guns a few years back.
Very hurtful...
BTW, great story.
i loved the story behind this one :)
Richard: Gotta have fun!
Andrew: Thank you.
Pamela: Wow, that was a one in a thousand shot!
Floots: :-) Thanks.
Pat: :-) Now don't get me started on water pistols...
Gautami: Thanks. :-)
Polona: Thank you.
loved the story as well...
Amalendu: I'm pleased you enjoyed it!
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