Mr. Dictator
A Chain-Smoking Fox
So, funny thing happened to me early Friday morning. Not very much to do here, I guess, except swap ideas as to what happened, but let us continue. Mostly, I just wanna tell this story, since its so WTH for my ordinary life.
To set the scene, I'm a janitor at a large Tennessee state university where one Herman Cain gave a speech Thursday evening. We detailed the room he was to speak in, and it was detailed again an hour or so before the speech.
I say this, because there is no chance that what was found came from a class held in this lecture hall.
Anyways, Friday morning we get called back over there to help clean the building, as most of the people who normally clean it had called out sick. We're cleaning the State Farm Room (the room where the speech was given) and my partner who I normally work with says, "Hey, ****** (name has been omitted for security reasons), check this out."
There, my partner was holding a 9 millimeter, unused bullet.
We took it to our managers, where I'm assuming either an investigation got off the ground or a rookie Secret Service agent got his bullets back. No word if said secret service agent was required to sing Lynyrd Skynyrd's sacred hymn "Gimme Back My Bullet(s)" as per Tennessee law.
So, thoughts? Conspiracy theories? Furious debatation?
I assume, in hindsight, we shouldn't have picked up the bullet and touched it everywhere.
To set the scene, I'm a janitor at a large Tennessee state university where one Herman Cain gave a speech Thursday evening. We detailed the room he was to speak in, and it was detailed again an hour or so before the speech.
I say this, because there is no chance that what was found came from a class held in this lecture hall.
Anyways, Friday morning we get called back over there to help clean the building, as most of the people who normally clean it had called out sick. We're cleaning the State Farm Room (the room where the speech was given) and my partner who I normally work with says, "Hey, ****** (name has been omitted for security reasons), check this out."
There, my partner was holding a 9 millimeter, unused bullet.
We took it to our managers, where I'm assuming either an investigation got off the ground or a rookie Secret Service agent got his bullets back. No word if said secret service agent was required to sing Lynyrd Skynyrd's sacred hymn "Gimme Back My Bullet(s)" as per Tennessee law.
So, thoughts? Conspiracy theories? Furious debatation?
I assume, in hindsight, we shouldn't have picked up the bullet and touched it everywhere.