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Published On: Jan 27, 2005 08:32 PM
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Published On: Jan 27, 2005 08:32 PM
Bobbing for Apples with Super Donkey
Once there was to be a hallowe'en party at this
place I used to work. In a managers meeting, Super Donkey came up with the
solution for bobbing for apples...no joke.
I'll keep it short. It is the weekend
and I have better things to do than tell funny stories online. But, this is a
keeper, and thanks to all of you both in and out of the fray at the old salt
mine who sent in some exceptional stories that I promise will make it up to this
site in the future. Give me some
time!
In this case, anyway, we were all sitting around the second-hand meeting table in the messy conference room (the one with the conduit fastened to the waterlines so that if there were ever a fault, anyone near any water pipes would be electrocuted...I wonder if they ever fixed that?). It was asked if we could have bobbing for apples at our next Hallowe'en party and someone said it was a little disgusting to have so much spit mixing in a vat of water.
The people around the table expressed various opinions and showed more and less tolerance for spit of their co-workers mingling with their own when one manager suggested a little bleach in the water would take care of any germs. Of course, everyone recoiled at the bleach for fear that a mouth full of bleach was no better than germs from co-workers.
As the babbling rattled on, one of the owners who is also a medical doctor finally said clearly that there would be NO bobbing for apples as it was just not responsible. I always admired this guy when he spoke as a doctor. He genuinely cared and he was genuinely authoritative in a way he wasn't when it came to photography and colour work.
Nevertheless, after everyone else had died down, one owner continued to pipe up her opinion. Super Donkey, the alleged Art Director and least talented (my opinion and anyone-who-has-worked-with-her's) of the company, spoke up suggesting that each person bobbing for apples could do so with a plastic bag over their head. That would surely keep the germs out of the water she concluded.
For a second we all laughed at her funny joke until, one by one, we all began to realize it wasn't a joke. She was totally serious and had decided this was a genuine solution. The look of horror and disbelief was incredible as it overtook each person's face as the reality of it all dawned on them.
Super Donkey never realized why it is, well, a freaking stupid-assed idea to stick plastic bag on your head and to submerge your face in water. But, that's beyond her reasoning abilities.
You know, the story is almost quaint, but in reality, I have never hated anyone as much as I hate Super Donkey, unless you count my secondary hate and disgust at her brother who defends her even though he has joined in to bash her harder than anyone. I have the emails, and I think they need to be aired out here in the coming days. His opinion of her makes mine look kind.
Now, for a weekend...cheers!
In this case, anyway, we were all sitting around the second-hand meeting table in the messy conference room (the one with the conduit fastened to the waterlines so that if there were ever a fault, anyone near any water pipes would be electrocuted...I wonder if they ever fixed that?). It was asked if we could have bobbing for apples at our next Hallowe'en party and someone said it was a little disgusting to have so much spit mixing in a vat of water.
The people around the table expressed various opinions and showed more and less tolerance for spit of their co-workers mingling with their own when one manager suggested a little bleach in the water would take care of any germs. Of course, everyone recoiled at the bleach for fear that a mouth full of bleach was no better than germs from co-workers.
As the babbling rattled on, one of the owners who is also a medical doctor finally said clearly that there would be NO bobbing for apples as it was just not responsible. I always admired this guy when he spoke as a doctor. He genuinely cared and he was genuinely authoritative in a way he wasn't when it came to photography and colour work.
Nevertheless, after everyone else had died down, one owner continued to pipe up her opinion. Super Donkey, the alleged Art Director and least talented (my opinion and anyone-who-has-worked-with-her's) of the company, spoke up suggesting that each person bobbing for apples could do so with a plastic bag over their head. That would surely keep the germs out of the water she concluded.
For a second we all laughed at her funny joke until, one by one, we all began to realize it wasn't a joke. She was totally serious and had decided this was a genuine solution. The look of horror and disbelief was incredible as it overtook each person's face as the reality of it all dawned on them.
Super Donkey never realized why it is, well, a freaking stupid-assed idea to stick plastic bag on your head and to submerge your face in water. But, that's beyond her reasoning abilities.
You know, the story is almost quaint, but in reality, I have never hated anyone as much as I hate Super Donkey, unless you count my secondary hate and disgust at her brother who defends her even though he has joined in to bash her harder than anyone. I have the emails, and I think they need to be aired out here in the coming days. His opinion of her makes mine look kind.
Now, for a weekend...cheers!
Posted: Sat - January 8, 2005 at 12:42 PM