I was scheduled to have a conference call with a client at 9:30 today. It was 10 and I was barely pulling into the parking lot. I dashed to the side door of the building and grabbed the door handle. Zappppp!!!! I was stunned by the bluest, brightest, sharpest static jolt. I wanted to make a forefinger-thumb L and blow out my smoking finger as though it were a gun. In the distance I could hear the California Energy Crisis Commission chant "He's our saviour," as they envisioned my ten fingers strapped to a spinning dynamo.
I've been through about 5 painful US winters and there is one thing I've picked up that prevents against static shock. Spit on the door handle.
I've been through about 5 painful US winters and there is one thing I've picked up that prevents against static shock. Spit on the door handle.