4/2/09

I may be as dumb as a chicken...


A couple days ago I forgot to turn off the electric fence when I went to go gather eggs.

Fine, I thought, I will just step it down with the heel of my boot, then I am over... no problem.

Well, it didn't work that way. You see it was raining -- drizzling really -- and my boot, sock, and pant-leg were wet. To make matters worse, part of the fence somehow got wrapped around the teeth on the heel of my shoe. I was shocked when I started getting shocked... one jolt per second. I reached down to try and untangle myself, only to shock my hand as well.

HMMMPPPPHH I thought as I stood there, unable to free myself... What am I going to do?

In my pocket I located a pen (made of plastic WOO!) which I used to free myself from that dastardly devious fence. And oooohhhh did the chickens laugh at my a$$. The chicken fence is probably running 2000-3000 Volts per jolt... and I was hit 20 to 25 times (ouch!).

Well, yesterday, I saw a chicken get tangled, and I freed it, but I couldn't help but draw a comparison.

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1 comment:

  1. I had a similarly asinine interaction with the elevator at the office tonight. I was leaving and only Marta the cleaning lady was there. If she seems me leave she always locks the door, which sometimes throws me off. Well tonight I came back in after leaving b/c I thought I had left my desk lamp on. She was still standing at the door, I had to explain to her why I came back, then she was there when I left. I reached to lock the door, saw that she was locking it as well, experienced a brain fart of sorts and forgot to block the elevator door with my foot. The door closed on my hand still on my keys in the lock, and though I could pull my hand out, the keys were blocked by the door. I couldn't push the elevator door open again and I finally had to surrender the keys, hoping they stayed in the lock and wouldn't fall through the floor crack. But then as I rode the elevator down and tried to come back up to the door, I realized I had locked the floor before losing my keys. There was no way back in. The rest was a stressful production of calling Etty to call Marta to let me in to find my keys still hanging in the lock. Thank god. Ha. Anyway, I felt really stupid. -KS

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