It was actually unintentional. To avoid my wife to blabb to my daughter, I had my coworker order them for me, and I gave him one of the ducks as a ‘thank you’. So I only had 49 left.
But you should have heard her… We had moved her in, and were about to leave, and I said that I just wanted to use the loo before driving home. Five mnutes later, we were already down on the street approaching the car, when she appeared on the balcony and shouted “Papaaa” in a rather accusing voice. 😃
It reminds me of the (probably apocryphal) senior prank that was part of my high school’s local legend: The school, being rural, was surrounded by farms. So the seniors took three pigs from the farm next door, painted the numbers 1, 2, and 4 on them, and let them into the school one night. Rumor has it that school was cancelled the next morning, and the school custodian stayed in the building until midnight trying to coax #3 out of the locker room, only to discover that the smell he thought was the (non-existent) third pig was an unflushed toilet.
I think have heard that in almost every small town I’ve been in. It has become a legend by now. Some variations I heard with goats or chickens, sometimes the missing number changes.
That’s diabolical lol
It was actually unintentional. To avoid my wife to blabb to my daughter, I had my coworker order them for me, and I gave him one of the ducks as a ‘thank you’. So I only had 49 left.
But you should have heard her… We had moved her in, and were about to leave, and I said that I just wanted to use the loo before driving home. Five mnutes later, we were already down on the street approaching the car, when she appeared on the balcony and shouted “Papaaa” in a rather accusing voice. 😃
I know that voice.
It reminds me of the (probably apocryphal) senior prank that was part of my high school’s local legend: The school, being rural, was surrounded by farms. So the seniors took three pigs from the farm next door, painted the numbers 1, 2, and 4 on them, and let them into the school one night. Rumor has it that school was cancelled the next morning, and the school custodian stayed in the building until midnight trying to coax #3 out of the locker room, only to discover that the smell he thought was the (non-existent) third pig was an unflushed toilet.
I think have heard that in almost every small town I’ve been in. It has become a legend by now. Some variations I heard with goats or chickens, sometimes the missing number changes.