There was a lady named Ms. H. She had a little bird she called Chippie the Engineer. She loved Chippie because the bird was so happy and sang so beautifully. One day Ms. H. decided to reorganize Chippie's cage. As she was vacuuming the cage, little Chippie was s---ed into the nozzle. Ms. H. panicked and opened the vacuum and tore open the bag. Chippie was barely alive and caked with dirt and grime. She ran the little bird to the sink, dunked him several times and hosed him down with high pressure. This only made things worse. Ms. H. then grabbed a blow dryer, set it to 'very hot' and blasted Chippie with high power. Chippie the Engineer had been s---ed up, hosed and scalded. When Ms. H.'s friends asked about Chippie the Engineer, she said he just sits in his cage staring into space and never sings anymore.
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Yeah also don't forget the HOS tools. She 5S the cage.
You forgot the part where she tosses Chippie out to the street because of how efficient the cage became.
No not nessesarily, unless you let them.
Use the situation to fit YOUR needs at the moment.
Come in, sit in the cube and put out fires doing nothing for tomorrow cause Honeyhell doesn't give you tomorrow.
Honeywell has changed us all in to Chippie's sadly.
I don't get it... Ate we the vacuum bag that was torn open in this story?