I'm at work right now. I go through my emails and notice that a garage has emailed me that they need more damage waivers sent to their garage. No big deal so I walk out to the dispatch area and unlock the storage cabinet there. I notice our glass eyed , full mullet sporting dispatcher named Rick looking at the floor fairly intently. So I ask him, Rick what's up? Mistake number one.
Rick looks up, minus the glass eye we have known to grow and look away from. Apparently it fell on the floor. How? I don't know. Mistake number two. After the horror is gone from my face, though the image burned in my mind until the end of time, I grab the damage waivers as I hear Rick say he found it. So I look over and watch him blow on the eye to get the specks of dust off it and then pop it right back in like nothing happened.
There was no point in posting this aside from that was freaky as hell. Ugh. Nightmares here I come.