Thursday, July 06, 2006

Separated At Birth?



Coincidence? I think not.

I came in to work one day this week and the first thing I saw in the lobby was a four foot tall, plush, stuffed duck. My first thought was, "Omigosh they've been reading the blog." I thought it was very nice for a prison to have an emotional support animal. Then I saw the correctional officers standing at a table talking to salesmen about disability insurance.

I had been taken in by the Aflac duck.

5 comments:

Sarebear said...

*Giggle*

Anonymous said...

Dear friend,
You need to see someone about your obsession with ducks, it's becoming a bit odd. May I suggest a single psychiatrist who could provide both intensive psychotherapy (with gradual duck removal, first by thinking about releasing the duck, then the duck moves farther and farther across the room and finally, No!, the duck leaves the room, then the duck segways across town...) and provide medications.
I'm sorry, you must think I'm becoming a real quack.
--Dinah

Sarebear said...

Polly want a Quacker?

He's just trying to duck out on his responsibilities to other species of emotional support animals.

Equal time for Support Dolphins!!! At least, until they leave the planet, along with Ford and Mr. Dent or whateve rhis name was.

Maybe he's a child of the 50's, and the old "Duck and Cover" routine is still coming up from his subconscious . . .

ClinkShrink said...

The duck is not a problem. Really. I can stop any time I want.

I just thought it was the new prison duck maintenance program.

communityhealthcare said...

ha!!!!!! good one