So I was drum sanding bandsawn veneer this afternoon. Had the dust collector and drum sander screaming in ways a hand-plane user cannot fathom. Ear plugs in tight all nice and busy with the garage door open.
A little kid runs right up to me and I see lips moving but can't make out anything. I see a "donation zip-lock bag". Frankly, I'm annoyed because this kid just ran up not really thinking "scary noises" might be part of Darwin's plan. I then see the mom in tow. Now both have moving lips and my unplugged ears haven't acclimated yet.
I hear something about donations for a little girl's heart surgery. I drop $5 in the baggie thinking to myself the first $4 is for the heart surgery and the second $1 is to buy a clue that you shouldn't let kids run into a stranger's garage that has screaming machinery.
Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of my moat this morning...
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