Killer Window and Hamster Balls(somewhat long)

[MrPibbsRevenge]

Hello, Mr.Pibb here. Long time stalker, first time poster. These stories are pretty much items that had happened at work without the presence of SC.
Killer Windows(Now in Technicolor)

Another busily crowded evening seemed to want to roll into it's usual harried mediocrity when suddenly the store was filled with a resounding *BOOM*. A sea of heads would turn to view the source of the sound, including our hero, Mr.Pibb, who would be closest to the source of the sound. With a slow blink, two things were immediately noticed. The first began with a large "impact mark" on the right store window, already creating long spidery tendrils of breakage stretching across the frame.

The second would be the small boy outside rubbing his head,surrounded by his parents. Of course,do to the shock,it took a moment for the clues to link together and form an accurate picture of what happened. To answer any questions about the child's well being,he was fine. There wasn't even a red mark upon his head,and of course accident reports were filled out for the incident.

It seems,from what the father said, that the boy was running towards the door because he thought it was still open,though judging by the space between the door and said window, he was way off course. I'm quite thankful that he turned out okay,but in a sad ironic way, I realized that we had just gotten the windows washed the day before.

Hamster Balls

One fine day at the workplace of Mr.Pibb,there seemed to be something blue rolling about on the floor. At first,with a curious glimpse of the object, Mr.Pibb believed he had stayed up too long playing "famously titled puzzle game here" and disregarded it. However,whatever it seemed to be kept appearing and disappearing at a casual pace amongst the rows of boxes. And so,curiosity finally over taking our hero, Mr.Pibb ventured forth to see what this blue menace was.

It turned out to be a small cream colored rodent exploring the grounds in it's blue plastic bathysphere. With a slight blink, it was sadly realized that this wasn't the strangest thing that had been encountered inside the store. With a slight conversation to the hamster's owner in regards to any sort of harm coming to unattended pets within the store (ae: soccer playing,theft,and/or a rousing game of "Katamari Damacy") was not a part of our responsibility. And with that,our hero went back to the land behind the counter.

[lupo pazzesco]

<snerk>

Y'know, I've BEEN the person that runs into a glass window/door because I thought it was open. Sadly....I was much older than that little boy... >.>

[bhskittykatt]

When we removed our street address from the window in favor of much nicer building numbers on the side of the building, people came plowing into the glass. Literally, we must have averaged three a day. After about a week and a half of that craziness, we hung a picture in the window at eye-level, and that's reduced the collisions to about once a month...

[PepperElf]

Y'know, I've BEEN the person that runs into a glass window/door because I thought it was open. Sadly....I was much older than that little boy... >.>

same here except... it was a wood door.
i will say however, in my defense that it was really dark...

[Merriweather]

It turned out to be a small cream colored rodent exploring the grounds in it's blue plastic bathysphere. With a slight blink, it was sadly realized that this wasn't the strangest thing that had been encountered inside the store. With a slight conversation to the hamster's owner in regards to any sort of harm coming to unattended pets within the store (ae: soccer playing,theft,and/or a rousing game of "Katamari Damacy") was not a part of our responsibility. And with that,our hero went back to the land behind the counter.

So someone brought in their hamster to the pet shop, like people bring in dogs? How hilarious.

We had a hamster once (Cupcake) who absolutely loved running all over the house in her little ball. Her cage was in our den, which was also where a sofa bed for guests was. One evening we had let her out in her ball, and I hate to admit it, but we all went to bed and forgot the poor little thing was still in her ball (I know, I know, bad pet mommy). My brother had been out (drinking, maybe), came in, got ready for bed, looked over at the back of the sofa, and saw this tiny little hamster there, said "hello, cupcake" before it sunk in that there was a loose hamster sitting on the back of the sofa, lol. He got her back into her cage, and we later realized she had rammed the ball against the kitchen wall (more speed in the kitchen, no carpets) til it opened, and then managed to get herself all the way across the kitchen, dining room, and living room, into the den and up on the sofa, all trying to get back to her cage, poor little thing.

[MrPibbsRevenge]

<snerk>

Y'know, I've BEEN the person that runs into a glass window/door because I thought it was open. Sadly....I was much older than that little boy... >.>

I'm not judging anyone!In fact, somehow I smashed my head against the corner of a counter while standing up. I had a nice triangular imprint on my skull for awhile.

Accident prone work force untie!

[KitterCat]

He got her back into her cage, and we later realized she had rammed the ball against the kitchen wall (more speed in the kitchen, no carpets) til it opened, and then managed to get herself all the way across the kitchen, dining room, and living room, into the den and up on the sofa, all trying to get back to her cage, poor little thing.

That’s great! All my Hammies use to do was make explorations around the house when my brothers would let them lose, so I’d have to spend hours looking for the little guys. Love that yours actually tried to get back to its cage.

[bainsidhe]

When I was in high school, we had a hamster whose cage rested on a table beside my sister's bed. We shared a room and our beds were end-to-end, with mine being the lower of the two (hers was a tall bed with drawers underneath). Somehow our little Sparky managed to get the cage open, crawled over the table onto sis's bed, then scampered down the length until he perched over the edge, peering down onto my bed. I was asleep, face upward. And a warm, fuzzy, squirming little body made a flying leap directly only my face.

I felt bad for reflexively launching him across the bed as I woke up screaming (he wasn't injured), but I can honestly say I've never come fully awake that fast before.

[XCashier]

<snerk>

Y'know, I've BEEN the person that runs into a glass window/door because I thought it was open. Sadly....I was much older than that little boy... >.>

Happened to me, too. It was a clear sheet of glass, from ceiling to floor, with no frame that I could see, nothing to show that it was a door (like a handle), and oddly, no reflections from any nearby lights (probably the angle). Every other store in the mall was open, I thought this one was too, until I bounced off the glass door. And yes, a lot of people stared at me like I was stupid.

[Chromatix]

I'm pretty sure there's a safety regulation that requires some obvious visual cue to be marked on glass windows (and doors) that extend to floor level and above head level.

On a completely different note, I once rescued a swallow which had flown into a barn, and was fruitlessly attempting to get out through the (glass) window. It went straight back to catching flies when I released it through the door.

[Indigo]

I've lost count of how many times I've run into sliding glass doors.

And we had a hamster that used to constantly escape. But we also have a german shepherd that likes to track things and also has a fondness for small furry things (he decided that my guinea pig was his pet and would give her baths). Every single time that hamster got out, he'd come get us and track the hamster down.

[sevendaysky]

Had to pipe in here with my hamster story. In my teens, I rescued a couple of hamsters from friends. Of course, one was male and the other was not. You can see what happened there. I ended up with 21 of them, spread out over quite a few cages, arranged on some of those plastic garage utility shelves. Now, my first and favorite was one that I named The Good Magician (points to anyone who gets the ref). He was, accordingly, very good at escaping.

Shortly after I got T.G.M, however, I became partner to an excellent service dog. English Shepherd, we think. He turned out to be a very good hamster-tracker. Every time one escaped, he would corner it somewhere and simply lay there with the exasperated rodent between his front paws, and wait for someone to notice him and thus rescue the critter. One time, I was unaware of the escape until I realized that my dog had been conspiciously absent for a while. I went in my room, and he was laying with his snout under my desk, and tada! One missing TGM. That hamster was one tough nut. Escaped from nearly every cage I put him in, even up to the day before he died of old age.

[Imogene]

My running into door story? Spent the day at one of my mom's coworker's houses, while Mom was off doing mom-ly things, and we were going to go out for a quick drive somewheres... I'm running full tilt at coworker's open sliding glass door, while brother, and coworker, and her husband are standing on the cement beyond. I go crashing through the screen door, luckily not busting through the screen itself, but I did crash the screen onto the ground... oops. Everyone was too stunned to do anything but laugh, luckily, and I was properly embarrassed for not realizing the screen was shut.

[Magpie]

Yeah, being 197, with about 90 kilos of mostly muscle is a bad thing when you can't always remember to check if the door is open. My husband felt really bad after pretty much walking through the screen door at someone else's place. The screen was ok, but I'm not sure if they were ever able to fix the hinges.

[Primer]

I'm not judging anyone!In fact, somehow I smashed my head against the corner of a counter while standing up. I had a nice triangular imprint on my skull for awhile.

Accident prone work force untie!

I still have a dent in my forehead, right in front of the part in my hair, where I caught the corner of a counter while standing up back in 1978! Owie!

And for the people running into glass windows and doors: This is why I don't clean mine! Not so much for me, but for the dogs!