LugBug1
Headphoneus Supremus
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Warning: Some may find the following story quite distressing.
So... I decide to remove my sticker from my headphones (bloody eyesore!) and place it in a safer more sensible place that can be easily seen. Inside the second box, top corner, underneath the sponge.
I take the headphones to my usual place for any technical work. The kitchen bench. Once there, I confidently start taking my 600's apart. Yes I've done this before don't worry folks, I'm an old pro.. I was removing foam and stuffing panty liner in my 650 port holes while some of you were still in shorts..!
Yes I know what I'm doing.
Anyways, I get to the part I've been waiting for. A little sweat has started to form on my forehead. My two year old son can see something small and glistening. I lift him up onto the bench to share the experience with his Dad.
Right. I need to remove this verrry carefully. Very carefully indeed. "It's very precious" I tell my son. He looks up at me with wonder in his eyes and then back towards the shiny special thing.
My finger nail doesn't seem to be up to task at lifting the corner of the very small hologram sticker. Hmmm.., This thing is fast! Luckily the cutlery draw is in hands reach and I soon find something sharper and more useful. A stanley knife.
I tentatively slide the edge of the blade beneath one corner of the sticker. Seems to be working. I now go from the adjacent angle to open up that edge too. All good. At this point I relieve my brow of a small trickle of salty sweat that was on a one way road to my left lamp. I need both eyes for this job. My son copies my actions even though his brow was dry. This is a special moment.
Ok, last hurdle. I now take the blade and get to work loosening the centre of the sticker with the aim of removal. Removal and placement. (I have a small square of silk knicker material left over from my 650 days to place it on for now.)
The blade goes in and under. Smoother than I thought!
But nothing ever goes that smooth.. I've learned this in the past. Just when you think (or say! never say it!) hmm, aren't things going well? There's always some a*shole.., Some tw*t!! Or that devious and malicious twist of fate that comes clumsily stumbling over itself in a mad hurry to completely b*llocks everything up. Well here he comes. Hey hows it going? Wusup!?
I had just got underneath the sticker with my blade when my Son sneezed. He tends to sneeze with a lot of force. Very loud for a small child. This has been quite funny in the past, but not this time. This time I get a fright. Fright enough to flick the blade and send the sticker flying into the air. No I'm not laughing. My face is stretched long, gaunt with eyes goggled. Goggled eyes watching the journey of this precious shiny thing float through space, flickering like the light of a meteorite travelling overhead on a clear Autumn night.
It's journey is a short one. About two feet to be exact. Because about two feet away is my toaster. It of course and straight on course, falls deep inside my toaster.
In the years to come I will ask my son some questions. One of these questions will no doubt be; "why did you switch the toaster on when the shiny thing went in?"
Some questions are probably best left unanswered.
(this is a story and not real, so not to be taken seriously at all.)
So... I decide to remove my sticker from my headphones (bloody eyesore!) and place it in a safer more sensible place that can be easily seen. Inside the second box, top corner, underneath the sponge.
I take the headphones to my usual place for any technical work. The kitchen bench. Once there, I confidently start taking my 600's apart. Yes I've done this before don't worry folks, I'm an old pro.. I was removing foam and stuffing panty liner in my 650 port holes while some of you were still in shorts..!
Yes I know what I'm doing.
Anyways, I get to the part I've been waiting for. A little sweat has started to form on my forehead. My two year old son can see something small and glistening. I lift him up onto the bench to share the experience with his Dad.
Right. I need to remove this verrry carefully. Very carefully indeed. "It's very precious" I tell my son. He looks up at me with wonder in his eyes and then back towards the shiny special thing.
My finger nail doesn't seem to be up to task at lifting the corner of the very small hologram sticker. Hmmm.., This thing is fast! Luckily the cutlery draw is in hands reach and I soon find something sharper and more useful. A stanley knife.
I tentatively slide the edge of the blade beneath one corner of the sticker. Seems to be working. I now go from the adjacent angle to open up that edge too. All good. At this point I relieve my brow of a small trickle of salty sweat that was on a one way road to my left lamp. I need both eyes for this job. My son copies my actions even though his brow was dry. This is a special moment.
Ok, last hurdle. I now take the blade and get to work loosening the centre of the sticker with the aim of removal. Removal and placement. (I have a small square of silk knicker material left over from my 650 days to place it on for now.)
The blade goes in and under. Smoother than I thought!
But nothing ever goes that smooth.. I've learned this in the past. Just when you think (or say! never say it!) hmm, aren't things going well? There's always some a*shole.., Some tw*t!! Or that devious and malicious twist of fate that comes clumsily stumbling over itself in a mad hurry to completely b*llocks everything up. Well here he comes. Hey hows it going? Wusup!?
I had just got underneath the sticker with my blade when my Son sneezed. He tends to sneeze with a lot of force. Very loud for a small child. This has been quite funny in the past, but not this time. This time I get a fright. Fright enough to flick the blade and send the sticker flying into the air. No I'm not laughing. My face is stretched long, gaunt with eyes goggled. Goggled eyes watching the journey of this precious shiny thing float through space, flickering like the light of a meteorite travelling overhead on a clear Autumn night.
It's journey is a short one. About two feet to be exact. Because about two feet away is my toaster. It of course and straight on course, falls deep inside my toaster.
In the years to come I will ask my son some questions. One of these questions will no doubt be; "why did you switch the toaster on when the shiny thing went in?"
Some questions are probably best left unanswered.
(this is a story and not real, so not to be taken seriously at all.)
