Have I got a funny one for you. It may be one of those “you had to be there" moments, but I think you’ll find the humor in it nonetheless.
Today is my buddy’s (and colleague’s) birthday. Now, to know the guy explains a lot. He’s a bit of a kid-at-heart. Still reads comic books. Still plays video games....lots of video games. And has plenty of action figure toys at his desk. So, it’s not unusual that someone dropped off a birthday present for him today that involved a remote and a helicopter flown by said remote. It’s 9 in the morning on a Wednesday . . . . what else are we going to do but make him open that puppy up and give it a test run!?!
After an hour of untangling the wires that hold the pieces to the package, we realized we were two AA batteries short of a good time. After parading around the office to find the 2 batteries, we were set to take flight. Because everyone knows you can’t fly a helicopter inside, we took the show out front. Butofcourse. Unfortunately, the first flight landed our little buddy in a tree . . . . .where we couldn’t reach it. After Zach’s 2 inch vertical jump failed to bring down the toy, Junior resorted to removing a shoe and tossing it at the branch in which the helicopter was lodged. After 2 hits, it hung on by little more than a leaf. One more hit and we’d be good. . . .well, we'd be good. Junior would be a bum (you'll get it later). My job was to catch the helicopter to keep it from hitting the car underneath the tree, but more importantly to keep the toy from breaking. Because we’d then be bored again and have to go back into work. Zach’s job was to supervise. Junior's job was to catch his shoe to keep it from hitting the car beneath the tree. Zach supervised (FAIL). I caught the helicopter (WIN). Junior didn’t catch his shoe (FAIL). Unfortunately, there just happened to be a storm drain directly beneath us. Junior’s shoe didn’t survive and fell into the depths of a storm drain. So, now you have three grown kids, laughing hysterically, holding a remote control helicopter, and one of them is walking around with one shoe on. See, I told you it was funny. I can't make this up.
Today is my buddy’s (and colleague’s) birthday. Now, to know the guy explains a lot. He’s a bit of a kid-at-heart. Still reads comic books. Still plays video games....lots of video games. And has plenty of action figure toys at his desk. So, it’s not unusual that someone dropped off a birthday present for him today that involved a remote and a helicopter flown by said remote. It’s 9 in the morning on a Wednesday . . . . what else are we going to do but make him open that puppy up and give it a test run!?!
After an hour of untangling the wires that hold the pieces to the package, we realized we were two AA batteries short of a good time. After parading around the office to find the 2 batteries, we were set to take flight. Because everyone knows you can’t fly a helicopter inside, we took the show out front. Butofcourse. Unfortunately, the first flight landed our little buddy in a tree . . . . .where we couldn’t reach it. After Zach’s 2 inch vertical jump failed to bring down the toy, Junior resorted to removing a shoe and tossing it at the branch in which the helicopter was lodged. After 2 hits, it hung on by little more than a leaf. One more hit and we’d be good. . . .well, we'd be good. Junior would be a bum (you'll get it later). My job was to catch the helicopter to keep it from hitting the car underneath the tree, but more importantly to keep the toy from breaking. Because we’d then be bored again and have to go back into work. Zach’s job was to supervise. Junior's job was to catch his shoe to keep it from hitting the car beneath the tree. Zach supervised (FAIL). I caught the helicopter (WIN). Junior didn’t catch his shoe (FAIL). Unfortunately, there just happened to be a storm drain directly beneath us. Junior’s shoe didn’t survive and fell into the depths of a storm drain. So, now you have three grown kids, laughing hysterically, holding a remote control helicopter, and one of them is walking around with one shoe on. See, I told you it was funny. I can't make this up.
So, you know we couldn't let the shoe just be all by its lonesome in the storm drain. So, we devised a brilliant extraction plan MacGruber-style using a coat hanger and a small mirror. There was gum involved, but I swallowed it on the way outside.
Chicks dig guys who play in sewer drains.
Today, for the first time in mr. overly competitive history, we have a co-champion. Junior wins. And of course. . . . .
I win.
mr. overly competitive
One word: awesome.
ReplyDeleteI definitely dig guys who play in sewer drains :)
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