Even Davy Crockett Would Have Laughed

That's not a spoon.....

We wrapped up at swimming lessons and decided to go out to eat. We decided to go to one of the local restaurants we haven’t been to yet. This particular establishment happened to be a western themed pizza joint. We walked into lobby and were shown to our table by the hostess. We were getting the kids situated and trying to figure out what to order. I was reading the menu and my three year old daughter pointed at the wall and yelled out “Look! A fuzzy spoon!” I just about shot pop out my nose. After swallowing my drink I looked at her and said “What are you talking about?” She pointed to the wall and retorted “That thing on the wall is a fuzzy spoon. How did they get all of that fuzz to stick to it?” I looked at the wall and laughed. There was a coon-skin cap hanging on the wall with the tail hanging down. I have to admit, it did resemble a fuzzy spoon with the way it was hung on the wall. I looked at her and said “No, that’s not a fuzzy spoon. That’s a coon-skin cap. That’s what people used to wear when exploring the land before our country was the size it is today.” She looked at me with a look of confusion and amazement. I proceeded to tell her it was made from the fur on a raccoon. She responded “Yuk!” That was the end of the conversation.

Just Like a Bird Hitting a Window

If the door is shut.....
Leave me alone!

I was on an important conference call one morning when one of my interns showed up at my office door dancing around like there was a major issue. I pointed to my phone and held my hand to my ear making the universal “I’m on the phone” gesture. He kept dancing around like my 3 year old daughter when she has to pee. He wouldn’t go away so I put the call on mute and waved him in. I didn’t realize that I had locked my door when I shut it for the meeting, so I expected him to walk in. He reached for the handle and “BAM!” His face hit the door window and left a huge face grease mark on the glass. I immediately burst into laughter. I knew it had to hurt but it was so frickin funny. He must have thought that he didn’t turn the knob enough before trying to open the door so “BAM!” He did it again! I started laughing harder. He glared through the window with a look of confusion as to why the door wouldn’t open. I walked to the door and let him in. It turned out all the hub-bub was just to ask me to leave early that day. So we chatted for a second. I put him in his place and explained what warranted interrupting me when my office door was shut. I thought he understood what we talked about but apparently message didn’t fully sink in. One week later he once again planted his kisser right smack in the middle of my door and all I could do was laugh. Little did he know he helped me discover my anti-interruption technique that I enjoy to employ to this day. Every time I’m on a call or having a private conversation I shut my office door and lock it. Every time someone shows up and needs to interrupt things I give them the wave to come on in. Every time it ends up in “BAM!” Thank you for the entertainment! What’s your emergency?  Every Friday, I break out the Windex and clean the face schmootz off the door before leaving work in preparation and anticipation for the next week’s face plants. It is cruel, mean, and asshole-ish, but maybe someday people will figure out if my office door is shut I don’t want to be interrupted.