In my last posting I mentioned that the colleagues of Falon had try to make a fool out of her and she did pay them back. Here is her story told to me next to her fireplace. "I was about three months working in the garage. We do our job in a yellow stretchy overall. My department was to maintain engines and I was admin over the pressed air group. I had a mobile airtank to fill up the tires and brakesystems in our transporters. Then, on a sunny morning, Fred from the tires department and five of his friends came after me. They hold me down and taped my ankles tied and together. Then they shifted a broomstick through my sleaves and taped my neck and my left sleave tied. I was unable to move or resist them and they had lots of fun seeing me struggle to get away. I could not yel, because my mouth was taped too. It was very frightening for me. I was realy scared. Then they put the air hose in my sleave and taped it closely tied. Now they slowly increased the airpressure and in no time I looked like a "Michelin guy". Then the bastards made a few pictures of me. What a fun they had, bah. At last they opened the pressuretap again and soon my overall exploded with a huge bang and I stood there dressed in shreds, partly naked. I never do wear my clothes under my overall, because I swet them soaked. Lucky for me, most of my underwear did stay in place after the blow. I was realy, realy pissed and I swore to get even with them. They released me from the tape and checked if I was harmed anywhere. Then they offered me a drink in the cafe after working hours. Which I did not accept. After a few days, I had figured out who drove which car in the parking. Then I announced in the lunchtime, that I should leave that day at 15.00 to visit my dentist. So if anybody needs me, they should come before that time. You can imagen their faces when they all six discovered that all their tires were flat empty in the parking." "@$#&*@^" "They went for my mobile airtank, but that was locked inside my closed office. When they finally broke in, to get to the so needed airtank, they soon found out that it was empty too. Simply no pressed air anywhere. Even the compressor would not start, because someone had taken the fuses out. GRIN. There was no other way out then to call for payed help and they arrived home after hours of waiting and cursing. Since that day they call me by the nickname: Ffffffffffffalon. But nobody ever became their "Michelin guy" again. "Let's sit down for another drink, shall we?"