What these people in this office must have been thinking is anyone’s guess. Three young college age kids come in and ask for dynamite. Whatever they thought, their answer was: “Sure, what kind do you want?”
Turns out dynamite is graded by percentage. There is 50%, 60%, 75%, etc. I said, “75%” while Stan said, “80%”. Then we switched with me asking for 80% while Stan asked for 75%. We eventually settled on 80%, I think.Then they asked, “What size do you want?”
Who knew? There are different sizes of dynamite. So, we went through the same dance on sizes until eventually settling on foot long sticks, you know, like a good Coney Dog.
And then we had to fill out paper work. Paper work? We had to put down name and address, submitted with ID, (we used Stan’s name because he was the oldest) and we had to mark one of several boxes stating the purpose we were buying it for. The purpose? By now that should have been obvious. But there was no box to mark that even came close.There should have been one that said: “Goofing Off”, or even better: “Post-Adolescent Male Bonding”. But there wasn’t, so we selected “Mining” which was no less inaccurate than the other choices, (which I don’t remember).