The story that sticks in my head that is somewhat along the lines of the comic was told by a friend who did his thesis work at Oak Ridge National Lab… He was working in their radioassay laboratory which has several detectors that are housed in giant lead shields in order to keep the background as low as possible. There was a kid doing a summer internship (probably paper pushing) and somebody told him to be careful around the shields because that is where they store the Plutonium pits (aka bomb cores)… Everybody had a good laugh when got really nervous and left, but were not laughing a few days later when the (rather serious) gentlemen who are responsible for the security and management of stuff like Plutonium at the lab came around and started giving them the ‘third degree’ about the undocumented Plutonium in their lab.
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