Group Hug
I was installing a safe. It was medium sized. That means it weighed in at around 300 kg. Now I hadn’t carried it upstairs. I don’t move safes. That’s a very specialized job. Several safe engineers are missing toes or even entire feet through not realizing this. I was bolting the thing down and changing its combination away from the manufacturer’s default combination.
The new owner was fretting that the floor wasn’t strong enough. It’s a valid consideration but think about it, I said. What about a group hug? Well I confess of course that I didn’t really want to get all that intimate with four stockbrokers I’d only just met. I was merely pointing out that four people standing together on a metre square area of floor weren’t about to go crashing through to the floor below. Although it should be said that this was London and not Memphis.
Talking of standing together, what kind of floor space would the entire population of the world require if we all stood shoulder to shoulder? When I was born we could all have fitted on the Isle of Wight, a small island off the south coast of England. We couldn’t quite manage it now. I deny any responsibility of course.
And talking of safes, if you’ve ever bought one, you were told I hope that they are often delivered with the same, standard, manufacturer’s combination. If all the numbers of your safe’s combination are divisible by ten (or even by five) you might want to change the combination or get us to do it for you.
