For Geckoman
It might have been me that warned you about pocket change and batteries. When I was at McDonald, I was standing back in the production area and my thigh felt warm. A second later, it was hot, and I jumped. The culprit was a couple of AAs and some jingly money, burning a hole in my pocket, or trying to. Since then, I've been very careful about it. I even thought about it as recently as this week.

{This comment is here because LiveJournal is rejecting almost all my attempts to reply to the journals of my friends, or even post anything on my own journal longer than a line.}