I was in my office, doing some electronic work, when my buddy comes in and plops down in my spare chair. I'm in one corner, he's along the wall, next to the rack that I have set up to work on PCs...on the rack is a small "turbo fan". He switches it on, and we're talking and joking. He suddenly grabs the fan and holds it in his lap, blowing towards me, and unleashes a deadly and loud BRRRrrrrraaaAAAAP! Less than a second later, I felt like I had been hit with tear gas enclosed in a rotten egg! Dammit, you bastage! The fan was pointed right at me!!! It was a real "Farton Torpedo"! Luckily, I was closer to the door than him, and I grabbed my padlock, bolted out, slammed the door, and hung the lock on the hasp...and desperate pleas from inside followed. 
I let him stew in his own "juices" for a few minutes and went outside and had a smoke...when I returned a coupla-three minutes later, he was STILL trying to get out. I took the lock off my door, and opened it...no smell. He had written my "resgination letter" to the plant manager in my absence...didn't send it, but saved a copy in my "Sent Items" folder, which he conveniently left open. I didn't have enough time to lock my workstation before I left. At first glance, it certainly looked like he had sent it, but it had no "arrow" indicating it was sent, and it didn't show up on my CrackBerry... I'll get him back, though, I promise!
I let him stew in his own "juices" for a few minutes and went outside and had a smoke...when I returned a coupla-three minutes later, he was STILL trying to get out. I took the lock off my door, and opened it...no smell. He had written my "resgination letter" to the plant manager in my absence...didn't send it, but saved a copy in my "Sent Items" folder, which he conveniently left open. I didn't have enough time to lock my workstation before I left. At first glance, it certainly looked like he had sent it, but it had no "arrow" indicating it was sent, and it didn't show up on my CrackBerry... I'll get him back, though, I promise!
