This week's Making Sense of Mondays Article:
by Andy Springer, Business Consultant & Coach
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Sabotage! Article #2
"Tick, tick, tick, tick” persisted the left turn signal. At a mile a minute, the wipers whipped back a forth across my car windshield. Fine-tuned to the local rock station, the radio was cranked to the highest possible volume. As if that were not enough, the temperature of the air conditioner was set at the coolest settings and readied to blow at maximum speed. The vents were strategically placed so that my face would experience a “Jack Frost nipping at your nose” moment that was guaranteed to freeze the Saboteur’s victim.
Inserting the car key and turning the ignition switch resulted in so much more than one could have anticipated. Icy cold air seemed to carve caverns in my cheeks as it dragged its steely ice picks across my unexpecting skin. Amplified, distorted blasts of rock guitars and drums accompanied by a screaming vocalist pierced my inner ears as if to drill a hole from one side to the other, ricocheting and bouncing in my head while on route to the other side. The wipers continued in rapid pace as if they would fly off the car, cutting the airwaves with this annoy dragging sound across the dry glass as they flapped out of control like a fish on the dock, fresh out of water.
Once I was able to get my wits, I began to turn things off. Off went the radio. Off went the air conditioner. Off went the wipers. Things were returning to a sense of order. A welcomed calm, a silence was again present, accept for that annoying tick, tick, ticking. “What is causing that?” Where is that pesky sound coming from?” Ah-ha the blinker, off went the blinker.
Sensory overload! Yes!
I was horrified, dazed and confused. I was immobilized, paralyzed and incapacitated. My “Eddie Haskell-like”, so called friends had done it. They pulled together the most horrific, yet memorable prank ever.