The day before yesterday at work a very small child, probably 18 months, escaped from his grandmother and almost went out the front door. I vaulted over the front counter and stopped him.
It was a Hot Fuzz moment, and I felt like a rockstar and the little guy's grandmother was blown away.
Damn it, I deserve a raise!
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