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Duck story
Oct. 24th, 2005 05:10 pmGoing back to Boston reminded me of a story. One day, when I went to my job in the Psych Department at Tufts, there was a guy visiting from another department who had gone to professional clown school. He just happened to have all of his balloons with him, so he set about creating lots of balloon animals and sculptures and such. When I arrived at work, there were balloon flowers, a balloon motorcycle, you name it, he had made it out of balloons. Just before he left, he asked me what I would like. I couldn't come up with anything off the top of my head, so I finally said, "A duck." And viola! He made me a duck. It was cute.
When I finished work, I brought the duck home with me. As I walked home, I tried to think of things to do with the duck. Hmmm, I thought. Ducks. Water. I should put the duck in some water. But where? Hmmm. How about the toilet? So when I got home, I carefully snuck the duck into the toilet and closed the lid, figuring it would make for a funny surprise. Then I took care of some stuff around the house, forgot about the duck, and left to go to class or something.
I didn't find out about the duck's fate until several days later. Apparently my housemate V, who is a bit high-strung, went to go to the bathroom, raised the lid, and sat down without checking the toilet bowl first. When she sat down, she felt something funny, so she got up again and removed the duck from the toilet. She was rather disturbed, and asked my housemate M if he had put the duck in the toilet. He, of course, had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and just thought she was crazy. It wasn't until later that we put the whole story together.
The moral? Don't forget to check for ducks.
(oh, when I find it, I'll post the sign that went up in the bathroom after that point. I think this story goes to show that I need to work on my practical joke skills. I haven't had such a funny moment in a while.)
When I finished work, I brought the duck home with me. As I walked home, I tried to think of things to do with the duck. Hmmm, I thought. Ducks. Water. I should put the duck in some water. But where? Hmmm. How about the toilet? So when I got home, I carefully snuck the duck into the toilet and closed the lid, figuring it would make for a funny surprise. Then I took care of some stuff around the house, forgot about the duck, and left to go to class or something.
I didn't find out about the duck's fate until several days later. Apparently my housemate V, who is a bit high-strung, went to go to the bathroom, raised the lid, and sat down without checking the toilet bowl first. When she sat down, she felt something funny, so she got up again and removed the duck from the toilet. She was rather disturbed, and asked my housemate M if he had put the duck in the toilet. He, of course, had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and just thought she was crazy. It wasn't until later that we put the whole story together.
The moral? Don't forget to check for ducks.
(oh, when I find it, I'll post the sign that went up in the bathroom after that point. I think this story goes to show that I need to work on my practical joke skills. I haven't had such a funny moment in a while.)
