Stuart was new on the security desk, but an old hand at sorting the bad eggs out of the box of apples. The lunchtime peak was approaching... he crik-crak'd his knuckles in anticipation...
I swear this visual kicked through my head yesterday during son#1's swim class. Somehow the coach was doing his 'go!' 'GO!' GOOOOO~!' in such a fashion that I immediately thought of paratroopers (if paratroopers were 8yrs old)