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soultoshare -> RE: talk about feeling like a clutz (5/4/2007 4:59:12 PM)
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I grew up being called Grace by my mom....my name AIN'T Grace! I hasn't gotten better with age.....while employed with a state police agency, I was required to go to training in another district...reather than pay mileage, they gave me an unmarked squad car....a Chevy Caprice. For anyone who has ever driven them, the doors are very heavy. Anyway, I was getting caffeine one am on a VERY windy day, and opened the door, put the stuff in the car, and while i was getting into it, the door slammed shut on my head. Got a hell of a case of whiplash out of it, but the REAL embarassment was having to report the injury on a field report the next day....the trooper who took the report was very polite about not laughing, i finally took pity on him and told him to laugh away, cuz it really was sort of funny! My fellow dispatchers on the other hand, took great delight in it, but that was ok, because we are a sick bunch anway! i never do anything half-assed...if i'm going to screw something up, there will ALWAYS be a crowd around!
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