Sorry folks, but I’m struggling to write anything intelligent tonight so here is a light-hearted story to make you smile, and because I told Kris I would tell her one day about it. Please feel free to share your own!
Some years ago I worked for a large tertiary institution known to you all but which shall remain anonymous to protect the innocent. Our students were a lively bunch, more so around graduation time when capping stunts were de rigeur.
Picture the scene…
Librarian (me) at the desk, student approaches.
Me: Hi. *smiles*
Student: Have you got a box I could have?
Me: Sure, we’ve usually got boxes floating around, hold on. [goes out the back to get one]
Me: Here you are – is this big enough for your books?
Student: Um.. it’s not for books, it’s for the chicken.
Me: *thinks frozen chicken & groceries* Right.
Student looks at librarian sheepishly.
Student: The chicken in the library.
Me: * having surreal experience where you stand outside yourself and tell yourself, there is a person telling you there is a chicken in the library* There is a chicken in the library?
Student: There is a chicken in the library. It went that way.
Me: Um.. ok. *hysterically thinking, is there a frog too?* Shall we see if it’s still there then?
A chicken hunt ensues. No chicken is found, but evidence of the chicken’s presence is plainly evident. Student departs with box to locate chicken. Librarian descends with cleaning implements to remove chicken deposits.
Apparently there were 6 (I think) chickens in total, all wearing purple capes to represent the graduating discipline. They were eventually rounded up by the pest control people. The faculty dean was less than impressed.