I was done working on a big satellite dish at the Skunk Works and had walked across the parking to our warehouse to put away some anti-seize compound and other interesting items, having left a box with a high-zoot LNB in it out by the dish, to be returned to the main building.
Got the Useful Chemicals back where they belonged and walked back towards the big overhead door. Framed in it, not half a block away, two men in front of the satellite dish, one of the suited-professional types holding up the LNB box and shaking it while one of my peers was obviously Denying All Knowledge.
Blame thing is worth several hundred dollars! Without even thinking, I shifted into big sister/babysitter mode and gave them my best Stern Yell: "You put that down Right Now!"
The warehouse and its ramp acted like a huge megaphone; the darkness within kept them from seeing me. They looked around, saw nothing, and abashedly set the box down and hurried away, doing their best to look innocent.
Heh. It's like riding a bicycle, isn't it?
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11 months ago