We were well beyond our previous record and each day we set a new record for "Days without a Work-related Death". We had the electronic scoreboard all fancied up and installed on the marquee out front. Last night when I left I specifically remember looking at it and thinking, "One-hundred-twelve days! Really? Now that's impressive!".
As I drove away my chest swelled with pride and my eyes began to water. I was jolted back to reality when I realized that I had mistakenly driven across the walk-bridge that spans the corporate lake/pollution reservoir and out into the yard. It's amazing how the brain works. I mean, the bridge is very narrow yet I kept the car on it without even knowing what I was doing.
I found my way out to the street and headed home. When I arrived and pulled into the garage. It was the damnedest thing, there was a weed eater stuck in my front bumper. I'll tell you right now this kind of thing hasn't happened to me since 2003. I promptly removed the device and never gave it another thought.
Now, this morning when I drove up, I saw a big fat ZERO on the "Days-without-a-work-related-death" scoreboard. Obviously, someone must have unplugged it accidentally.
