Guess I'll step up to the plate and take responsibility for the fallopian tubes conversation at Sunday's get together.
Anyone venture a guess?
What no takers?
OK, I'll fess up. Who would have "thunk" this 62 year old, widow would be discussing fallopian tubes, in MIXED company, at a Pet Talk gathering? Duh . . . not me!
It all started when Brian/Puckstop31 was relating a story about "hazing" -- which we all know is a no no! It immediately brought back to mind a prank that was played on a co-worker of mine.
Now keep in mind this was back in the early '80's. We had a new hire come into the department. We worked at a manufacturing facility, specifically in the electronic testing lab. Most of my co-workers were guys -- it's tough being the only female in a male dominated field (and I've had some dues to pay too) but let's not digress from the story. Ernest (I'll call the new guy) came into the department eager to do a good job. He was right out of college and ready to set the world on fire. The other guys in the lab had already been there a couple of years and had settled nicely into their respective roles. Well, one (or more) of the guys decided it would be fun to play a practical joke on Ernest (kind of like a right of passage). Anyhow, the lead technician approached Ernest to tell him we were missing some parts for a piece of equipment we were building and that it was Ernest's job to go out onto the production floor to see if there were any "fallopian tubes" on the shelf.
Yup, you got it -- fallopian tubes sitting on a shelf????? Ernest anxiously left the test lab, bolted onto the production floor in search of -- you guessed it --fallopian tubes!
Ernest was conscientious in his search, first he checked all of the shelves, even went so far as to ask a couple of people on the floor, where he MIGHT find some fallopian tubes. You need to know he got some really odd responses from the people out on the production floor.
After about 1/2 hour, I felt soooooooooooooooooooooooo bad for Ernest, I met him in the corridor to break the news to him. While I'm sure Ernest was initially embarrassed, he was a champ -- although his flush colored face gave him away when he finally realized WHY nobody was being helpful in finding the fallopian tubes.
Fortunately, Ernest had a strong sense of self and didn't give me up that I put him onto the joke. He let the guys in the lab continue their fun for a little bit more and then admitted the gig was up -- they were busted!
So . . . long story short -- that is how fallopian tubes wound up on the topic list at Sunday's BBQ at Pinotmom's house![]()
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