Today, I thought about the time that David and I were nearly maimed, né killed, by a Z. Almost exactly 4 years ago we went to Shake Shack to enjoy the final Shack Burger of the season (back when we were young, they closed the Shack for the winter). We had ordered for ourselves and John had just arrived, waiting with us.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, a metal projectile hurled towards our heads. This weapon of mass destruction descended behind us, but I could feel the sonic boom. It was over before we knew it. Miraculously, we emerged from the event physically intact, but we had been bruised in so many other ways. I mean, I still spell lazy with an S.

We had considered keeping the remnants of the shoddily held together Z, but we were bigger than that. We returned the 3 pieces of metal — that were essentially huge razor blades — to the manager. For our anguish, they provided us each with a Pie-Oh-My concrete (one part real pumpkin pie, one part vanilla custard, smashed together) and a $10 gift card. Obviously, they should have provided us a lifetime of free Shack Burgers and a wall of remembrance, but we were too humble to suggest anything of that ilk. Proof that they knew the damage it had done to us psychologically, they comped our food and the food of our 10 friends on a subsequent trip. Again, for the better of the community, we graciously thanked them and went on our way.

Commemorate

In honor and remembrance of the 4 year anniversary, I have complied a Flickr Gallery of all known photos from the event. If you have anything to add to this digital scrapbook, I will happily add it.

Please, leave your stories and thoughts in the comments. Do you remember where you were on November 16th, 2006? Tell us about it.

Never forget.