Birds of a feather flock together.
And that’s what worries me.
On New Year’s Day morning, our group of friends plucked one story after another from years past as we gathered at our traditional brunch. It was a confab of birdbrains.
These are intelligent folks — administrators, school officials, lawyers — who will never receive the Darwin award — an honor achieved by doing the absolutely dumbest thing ever. However, at times we all feel as though we’ve done something that isn’t as smart as a fifth grader.
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I take a birdbath every year when my I Love Lucy rerun starts the chirping about doing stupid things. My episode is the year I fell into the host’s sunken living room — TWICE.
Then there’s the lawyer and his wife who celebrate the holidays each year by merrily driving into the garage with their Christmas tree on top.
Tired of rude comments about the state of their tree, and with no one to sue for the home repair bills, they now have an artificial 7-foot pine. Thankfully, their basement stairs are too narrow for their car.
But there’s one tale that happened recently that had us all bobbing our heads in disbelief. An engineer with very long credentials failed on a highly technical construction project: A cat playpen.
This individual was assigned by his wife to create a small enclosure to house the two kittens they’d found abandoned in their neighborhood. The idea was to allow newly named Kevin and Waldo indoors at times, but still keep their CLAWS — note emphasis on claws — off the furniture.
Plans were drawn, materials bought and construction begun. This retiree worked for hours. Finally, the moment arrived for the masterpiece debut.
Ever so carefully the kittens were placed in their new playpen . . .
Ever so carefully Kevin and Waldo studied their roomy screened cage . . .
Ever so quickly the twins made cat tracks up and over the top to explore the house.
As one friend commented, “Thank goodness you are no longer in charge of ANY engineering design!”
Even with all the teasing, this engineer isn’t seeing red. (Actually, people in this career are said to only see things as either black or white anyway.) However, you’ll notice I haven’t revealed this fella’s name since he might feel the need to take flight.
Guess you could say the cat has my tongue.