He was like I am. I spread a bag of rubber ducks in my daughters first student appartments’ bathroom. When she moved out, she collected them, counted them, and came up to 49. She kept searching and turned the bathroom upside down to find No. 50.
Little did she know that I only hid 49 of the bag of 50, the last one is still here…
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 the big reason I decided it was probably apocryphal. Though I do allow for the possibility that it’s actually happened in a bunch of places, copycat-style. Kind of like how a lot of high schools have a bowl discreetly hidden on stage next to the superintendent during commencement so that they can deposit marbles that graduating seniors hand to them.
He was like I am. I spread a bag of rubber ducks in my daughters first student appartments’ bathroom. When she moved out, she collected them, counted them, and came up to 49. She kept searching and turned the bathroom upside down to find No. 50.
Little did she know that I only hid 49 of the bag of 50, the last one is still here…
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.
That’s the big reason I decided it was probably apocryphal. Though I do allow for the possibility that it’s actually happened in a bunch of places, copycat-style. Kind of like how a lot of high schools have a bowl discreetly hidden on stage next to the superintendent during commencement so that they can deposit marbles that graduating seniors hand to them.
I first read that as “rubber dicks”. It may be time for new glasses.
Or new dicks.
At my age, both please.