A little while back I was out in my workshop, which is located behind my house. I was constructing some props for an upcoming SASS match. To that end I had cut two 12" pieces of closet dowel, drilled a 1/8" hole in one end of each and inserted about 12" of green coated electrical wire. Each piece had been painted red and Labeled with a "Dupont" insignia. For those not familiar I had replicated two sticks of dynamite. Now my neighbor across the street is always interested in my little projects and I had seen him out in the yard earlier, so I decided to walk out to the road to see if he was still outside. Just by chance a young man had been ringing my doorbell to sell me some magazines or something, and after getting no response, was leaving. As luck would have it he came around the garage at the exact moment that I came around from the shop and we met at opposite sides of the driveway about 15" apart. He took one glance at the two sticks of "Dynamite" and took off on a full run down the road, never looking back. It took me a second to absorb what had happened, leaving me laughing out loud. Sadly my neighbor had gone inside and missed the entire event. I'm laughing again just visualizing the kid running like his life was in jeopardy. I still wonder how his sales went for the remainder of the day. Bet he's still telling the story at Thanksgiving dinners. "I remember this one time when I was selling magazines, some pi$$ed off ol' guy came at me with some Dynamite and chased me clear down the block...."
