DUCK!
May 25th, 2006Irreverence suits me. While people are rarely surprised at my antics, regardless of how strange or irreverent, I do get off on doing very strange things as often as I can. When my friend answered the door last night to let me in, I presented him with a red rubber devil duck. What amused me was that he didn’t realize that it was a gift, that I was giving it to him and gave me a very puzzled look, but being the good sport he is, he took it in stride and didn’t even ask, "What am I supposed to do with this?" The answer to that question is, of course, that you take a bath with it. Obviously.
Mine, which I left at home, but often carry with me, just because, has eyebrows. I drew them on with a sharpie. He just looked too happy, a little goofy, and now he looks kind of demonic. I left the other red rubber devil ducks alone, though, because I feel that gifts of waterfowl should really be given unadulterated. They can draw their own eyebrows on… or they can keep him looking goofy, I mean, really, it’s not MY duck.
In other topics, but somewhat related, people need to actually check their damn mail. Because, seriously, you never know when I’m going to decide to send you something for no reason whatsoever…. or maybe because I have a very good reason and found the perfect card both to give you and to come from me. The woman at the post office told me that it was people like me (in a good way) that are keeping them in business.
Heh.
That’s all.
