I had to provide a video feed for a LAN broadcast of a memorial service. Friday I had carefully laid out and duct-taped down the 100-foot video cable.
I go to work early, and was told that 'they ran over the cable with a Zamboni floor sweeper Friday'. AAAAGHHHH!

I went out there, the cable (my only 100-footer) was intact, but was a chocolate mess -- all wound together and stuck well with duct tape.

While I was snipping the loops apart and trying to get it at least un-coilable, a captain came over and apologised for it, though he did excuse the event by saying they had to clean the floor.

I was taping the cable back down to the floor (with green 4-inch-wide tape, this time,) when 8 airmen materialized around me and started helping.
I thanked them profusely, which they seemed embarrassed to receive. A little later, I found the Captain and thanked him for the manpower (which he seemed embarrassed to receive...)

After that, the show went without a hitch, and people who watched it at remote locations or on their desktops were glad they were able to virtually attend the service of their comrade.
I don't know why, but those events turned out WONDER-full, as well as wonderful.
Now I gotta rush off to my dance class

Karen
Posted on: November 06, 2006, 04:03:59 PM
I guess this is going to be added to my previous writings--
I was shopping in the Commissary (supermarket for military bases) at noon today. It was crowded, and I had only a half-hour to grab lunch fixn's, some snacks and sodas, and 3 frozen entrees for the week. Mind you, I wasn't trying to pass or anything, I was just being my current self and trying to get my errands done.
I had more than 15 items, so I headed for the regular shopping cart Disney-line, but a gentleman with an overflowing cart beat me there. He took a look at my hand-basket and insisted I go ahead, (wait for it...) "...ma'am." I told him I'd pass on his good Karma at the next opportunity!
The checkout counter I got into had a glitch -- the cash drawer was running out, and the cashier had trouble coming up with the cash-back from the previous ATM card payment, but she (barely) made it and the lady in front of me departed.
"I'm very sorry ma'am, I have to go get change," she said to me, and ran off.
She came back with a bank bag. "I'm sorry about that, ma'am." "No, it's okay," I answered, and figured my too-low-pitched voice would get me read...
"The total comes to $42.67 -- How would you like to pay for that, ma'am?" -- and, from the bagger, "Paper or plastic, ma'am?"
Wow...
...uh, wow...
Karen