Engineers and “Oh … that Frankenberry!”

Had to head into the “rack room” earlier today just to check on whether I could still hear the smallest of our radio stations in their little speaker. Thankfully that was all I had to do, a simple enough task which is good. You don’t want a ME in the rack room (the main engine room for all of our stations) for anything other than simple because if shit is for any reason even reasonably complicated there I could just possibly, though unintentionally, take everyone off the air or possibly knock out a power grid or possibly even initiate WWIII.

But maybe at least followed with, if so, an old school sitcom-like, where everyone turns to the camera …

“Oh … that Frankenberry!!!”

Anyway, after discovering that said little station was indeed coming through on its little station’s little speaker just fine I was then heading out of the rack room as quickly as possible before I brought down some satellites or something when I noticed the engineer’s stool at the engineer work bench. The rack room is also where the engineers have their spot (office and work bench) thus the reason I don’t go back there, I was actually probably violating some sort of FCC regulation by not being properly “degreed” or “accredited” or “smarter than you” enough’ed to be back there in the first place, and probably, according this regulation, I also didn’t have a big enough brain. I mean, engineers, and their big brains aren’t going to accidentally take the planet out of orbit right? They’re engineers … with bigger brains.

Frankenberry on the other hand?

“Oh … that Frankenberry!!!”

Anyway twice.

On my way out of the rack room I noticed that the engineer’s stool had this wrapped around a leg of it. It was actually chained and padlocked to the leg of the work bench, and not some simple chain either, no, this was pretty heavy duty looking stuff.

My first thought was “Oh, wow, you kinky bastards!” but my next thought was “Jesus, one of these guys REEEEEEEAAAAALLLLLYYYY likes his work bench stool!”

The next time I saw one of these engineers, Tom (sightings are rare by the way, the habits and migratory patterns of engineers can be difficult to pinpoint or map) who is quite possibly the tallest engineer this side of the Mississippi, mentioned for no other reason than the dude is just really tall, I asked of the work bench stool and the heavy duty chain. He said one of the other engineers had done that in response to a morning show messing with him and stealing it as some sort of ongoing prank. This was how he put a stop to that the only problem being that it stayed this way because he forgot the combination to the padlock.

Well, the bigger brains are still bigger brains and I still should never have to step foot into the rack room, just me crossing the threshold earlier could have had dire consequences for our nation as a whole …

“COUNTRY’S ENTIRE INFRASTUCTURE COLLAPSES!!”

“Oh … that Frankenberry!!!”

… but at least I did realize that the engineers are human just like us, bigger brains or not. Though I hope in the future there isn’t a situation where Houston says …

“Ok, captain and engineer Tom you are a go for Mars … just enter your passcode and the system will take care of the rest …”

“Oh, son of a bitch!!!”