Picture this....

A rather large warehouse building--200' x 150'. I the middle of this
building sit to off-set offices with stairways leading to storage areas on
top. On one side is the mechanic's shop, on the other is our electrical
shop. I am perched on top of my newest bosses office, while he is workin'
beneath me. I lay in wait, scouting the enemy, who are 8 strong and we are
but 5 strong. I relay info back to my co-workers, who are bracing for the
snowball fight that is bound to happen. We have 5 gal. buckets full of
ammo.

I yell down, in a whispered tone: "It's on!!!!!!"

Expecting to get the drop on us, one of the mechanics climbs up to my
position, and is in the process of being handed a rather large box full of
ammo when, ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He doesn't have a chance to get the box, before we open fire on him. All
the poor SOB could do was cower and do his best not to be knocked off the
edge to the concrete floor below. We couldn't have planned a better ambush,
if we had requested their assistance and amnesia in advance. Wave after
wave of close in fighting took its toll, by the end of the day, yet many
found time to continue the good fight out in the parking lot, on the way to
their cars.

Snowballs flew for over an hour! That was one of the funniest times I have
ever had on any job. Hell, even my boss' boss got a snowball to the temple
(he peered out from his safe place at the wrong moment) and laughed it off.

Op --No state workers, or civilians were killed during the battle, but all
were red-faced and out of breath from laughing so long and hard. And only a
small amount of yellow snow was use in the manufacture of the electricians
ammo--