Work rubber band wars occur everyday. One day, Yvonne snapped ;o)
For some reason our co-workers consider us sitting targets. We have been hit by rubber bands, pellet guns, little shooting TANKS, and marshmallow guns. I have been been named the "arms dealer", as I stock a large amount of rubber bands in my desk for those unknown emergencies. One day Yvonne shot my partner in crime, we'll call him Jack, and I on her way to the kitchen, so we decided an ambush was called for. She came back, walked through the copy room and out into the open when she realized that she was surrounded. We had her tagged on all sides. She then ran back into the the copy room and came out looking like the picture above - armed and dangerous (with her "helmet" on). We laughed so hard that I almost spit out my water. She still pulls this little number out almost daily. I am thinking about sending this idea to the writers of the show "The Office". Can't you just see it now?!?!?
