PR has been here forever and ever. He has the best stories. I'm going to document them here.
In the midst of our turkey poop fiasco, PR tells us "You think turkeys are bad. You should see the emu. But you know what the worst was? The worst was horses.
"Back then we had this treadmill point this way, towards the windows. We had to line the whole side of the room with plastic because of the poop. The treadmill was running so fast, the poop would fly everywhere. And we had to have two people with towels to wipe the poop off the treadmill while the horses were running so they wouldn't slip." We asked him if they thought of using the bags that they put on horses in parades, but it probably would have interfered with the legs at such high speeds.
Then someone comes in, sees us cleaning up the poop, and asks us if we're studying poop. PR says "You know, some people do study it! I got an email a while back from some student who was asking 'Do you know anywhere I can get some animal poop?' The professor who forwarded that email to me said 'You'd better take advantage of this, PR. This is the only opportunity you're gonna have to give this guy shit!'"
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