November 30, 2008
Baby Duck + Embarrassing Story
Baby Duck
On one of our last days in South Africa we went to the Company's Gardens in Cape Town. (Pretty sure the Company in question was the Dutch East India Trading Company.) We came upon this pond with all these baby ducks swimming around. I was very busy taking pictures when I saw a baby duck try to jump out of the pond. At first it failed. Then the mom came and jumped out, as if to show the little baby.
If I ever figure out how to embed a video, I will add it.
I quickly started filming a video through my digital camera. The whole crowd was watching the duck try to get out of the pond. When he succeeded we all gave a little cheer. I turned off the camera and started talking to my friends. Then I looked up, they were gone and I was commenting to absolute strangers. Oops. I ran off in the direction they were last headed and a couple minutes later caught up. So there were a few minutes in South Africa where I was pretty sure I was going to end up in a police station, crying about being lost.
Embarrassing Story
Back when I was young and I had to go poop, if it was a tough one coming out, I always felt as if it helped to grunt it out. Like the noise was an integral part. So I was in the bathroom at home and really having a tough time of it so I started grunting. It worked, in fact, it felt great.
Then I came out of the bathroom. Standing there were my older sister and a really good friend of hers. The second they saw me they busted up laughing. "What?" I asked.
"Having a good time in there?" asked my sister's friend. Then a lot more laughter. I think they were crying from laughter.
It never crossed my mind that anyone could HEAR me grunting. I was mortified. The worst part? When I was caught out it was the summer before my junior year of high school. In other words, I was SIXTEEN. Sixteen years of grunting in bathroom stalls and in the house. No one ever called me out on it (how is that even possible?). I wanted to die. To this day, I pretty much hate my sister's friend. Not that I have seen her since then.
I remember the next time I really had to go poop. I was afraid it wouldn't work without the noise. Turns out to work just as well. Wish someone (family, I'm looking at YOU) had told me a few years earlier than sixteen.
Posted by kerewin at November 30, 2008 08:18 PM