Something happened to me at work yesterday and I feel as though I must share it. So, here it goes.
There I was in the warehouse, working. This order calls for a product on the top rack. I'm not a short man, but I'm not 7' tall, either. Normally, I can reach this spot with little difficulty. That is, provided that what I need is not stuck back in the racks. In this case, that is exactly what happened. No big deal. It happens all the time. I must scale the racks to get up there and reach it. I do it all the time. This day was different, though. This day I lost my footing as I was crawling back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. But the end result is that when I fell, I hit the sharp edge of a moving conveyor belt with the full force of my weight and gravity. Thankfully, I hit right where my pocket happens to be. Right where my PV happens to be.
As you can imagine, there was a loud crunch. I cringed and did a quick check to make sure all limbs are still attached. Then it hits me. My PV! I reach into my pocket and I pull out my box mod. Then I reach in and pull more of my box mod out of my pocket. Then...Oh, you get the idea.
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad it was my PV that took the damage and not my thigh, but now I have a new problem. I don't have a PV. Oh, I have backups a-plenty. At home. I'm still a good 7 - 8 hours away from being home, though. I took a deep breath and resolved to just make it through and not bum a cigarette from anyone.
Lunch time rolls around. I always eat lunch in my car while listening to the radio. I'm itching for a vape really badly, at this point. Thankfully, it isn't the same kind of need I used to have for cigarettes and I can hold out. I reach over and open my glove box (I always keep a store of napkins in there). Then, the most wonderful thing happened! The light of the glove box shone down like a holy light from heaven. AC/DC starts playing Back in Black on the radio when my eyes land on my old matte black USB passthrough, with my car adapter still attached to it! I forgot that I even still had that thing!
I swear, it was as though god himself descended from the heavens to say, "Do not despair, Glock. Have a Vape. Enjoy some rock. Chill."
There I was in the warehouse, working. This order calls for a product on the top rack. I'm not a short man, but I'm not 7' tall, either. Normally, I can reach this spot with little difficulty. That is, provided that what I need is not stuck back in the racks. In this case, that is exactly what happened. No big deal. It happens all the time. I must scale the racks to get up there and reach it. I do it all the time. This day was different, though. This day I lost my footing as I was crawling back down. Don't worry, I'm fine. But the end result is that when I fell, I hit the sharp edge of a moving conveyor belt with the full force of my weight and gravity. Thankfully, I hit right where my pocket happens to be. Right where my PV happens to be.
As you can imagine, there was a loud crunch. I cringed and did a quick check to make sure all limbs are still attached. Then it hits me. My PV! I reach into my pocket and I pull out my box mod. Then I reach in and pull more of my box mod out of my pocket. Then...Oh, you get the idea.
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad it was my PV that took the damage and not my thigh, but now I have a new problem. I don't have a PV. Oh, I have backups a-plenty. At home. I'm still a good 7 - 8 hours away from being home, though. I took a deep breath and resolved to just make it through and not bum a cigarette from anyone.
Lunch time rolls around. I always eat lunch in my car while listening to the radio. I'm itching for a vape really badly, at this point. Thankfully, it isn't the same kind of need I used to have for cigarettes and I can hold out. I reach over and open my glove box (I always keep a store of napkins in there). Then, the most wonderful thing happened! The light of the glove box shone down like a holy light from heaven. AC/DC starts playing Back in Black on the radio when my eyes land on my old matte black USB passthrough, with my car adapter still attached to it! I forgot that I even still had that thing!
I swear, it was as though god himself descended from the heavens to say, "Do not despair, Glock. Have a Vape. Enjoy some rock. Chill."
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