Pulling the Pin
“Oh! Jesus! Don’t touch it; it might explode!” was not exactly something Brian expected to hear on a job site. He was the architect for the remodel of a 1940s era house in Brooklyn and the contractor had called him in to take a look at an unexpected variation found in a load bearing wall’s structure.
Brian was standing with Ken, the general contractor, in the downstairs hallway amidst plaster dust and partially torn out ceiling debris when a worker came bolting down the stairs.
“Ken! There’s a freakin’ grenade jammed between a couple of floor joists!” the worker shouted.
Ken Torres made a face. “There’s a what?” There was a tone of disbelief in his voice.
“A God-damn grenade! Go take a look. It’s in the corner of the bathroom near the window,” the man replied.
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