When I got to work this morning, I saw something laying on the lawn that really confused me:

Even though it was dark (and I have limited brain capacity), I was able to finally deduce that it was the letter "L" and that it had fallen off the sign of our downstairs neighbor Layton Construction:

My first thought was, "Thanks goodness it wasn't one of the 'L's from the Clear Channel sign on top of the building." Now, THAT could've done some damage. Any one of those letters falling from the fourth story of our building could've have taken out a smoker or two huddled out front of our broadcast headquarters.

It was then that I figured out we were still in danger. You see, it's all in the perspective. Walk to the other side of the errant consonant and...

"GUN!!!"

Jumping into action, I immediately cleared the building, confiscated several Pop Tarts and promptly suspended Barry Young from school for two days (which is not a problem considering he graduated in the '70s).

One can never be too safe. If I was a school adminstrator, there'd be a medal in this for me.