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November 02, 2007
Moron drops off pet alligator with water department
Solid logic right? Gators live in water, so the place to get rid of one you don't want is obviously with the "water department". Surely guys who deal with big pipes sewers and water mains will know how to handle an alligator - pretty sure I saw that in a movie a while ago. Gotta be true.
...Forget about returning it where it came from: The only clue left on the homemade plywood crate it came in was a warning scrawled hurriedly - or worriedly - in red ink, as if an afterthought: "Do not open. Live Gator."
The warning didn't work because none of the workers believed it. It was the morning after Halloween, after all.
Opening the hinged top and looking down at the still but very authentic-looking alligator curled up on a bed of hay, it was to hard to tell if the thing was alive.
Someone had the idea to tap the side, and the hiss that came from the box was enough to make believers of them all.
"We didn't touch it because we like our fingers where they are," said Ed Sordellini...