News, but not the serious kind
What do you mean, “ten, nine, eight…”
Okay, this career question came up a month ago with Holler if you see a flame, Bernie! and I’m starting to worry that it may be a trend.
I know for you young grads looking for action, a sexy job title like “Rocket guard who stands behind the tubes where the flames come out” sounds cool. But I mean, all you need is for that truck driver in Kazakhstan to hit a bad pothole, or toss his cigarette butt in the wrong place, or turn on his wipers but hit the red button…
And if that does happen, this poor dude’s last fleeting thought will be, “Why am I holding this gun, and what on Earth did I think these sunglasses would do for me?”
A Russian policeman escorts the Soyuz TMA-11 rocket to the launch pad of Baikonur cosmodrome in Kazakhstan October 8, 2007. REUTERS/Denis Sinyakov