Oh, good lord.
And I was just reading some Zagat article called "Worst Meal Ever: 21 Tales of Disastrous Dinners." Most were about things like a tuft of hair in the food or insects in the vinegar. Just a skunk in the restaurant is worst than all that. But the skunk in the restaurant bites you. And then on top of all that it's rabid!
Maybe we should eat in.
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Wait... what? From the link:
"The health department is encouraging people to vaccinate pets and avoid contact with wild animals especially if they're behaving strangely."
Ummm... was the skunk a pet? Or is the reporter conscious of the fact that the woman probably didn't even see the damn thing because no one willingly lets a skunk come so close that it can bite you! Either way, that feels like a non sequitur.
And on another note: This just validates my opinion that Cheeseburger in Paradise is just not a good experience to have. :D
Probably they want you to vaccinate your pets lest they come into contact with wild animals, get sick and then get you sick.
What a crazy story. No one noticed the skunk come in until it bit someone?
Maybe we should eat in.
Only one rabid skunk? Still better than my kitchen.
Agree with Shanna on pet vaccination.
As for skunks (and raccoons), I've heard them often described as presumably rabid and should be avoided.
Chances are pretty good that if a wild animal is behaving strangely (wandering into a restaurant full of people, for example) it's probably rabid. We had a skunk wandering around in our driveway this year in broad daylight - it was probably rabid, too. Apparently, there's an increase in the number of rabid skunks around here this year:
http://www.annarbor.com/news/skunks-with-rabies-strike-again/
Rabies. Face eating.
Zombies. It's happening.
Rabies. Face eating.
Zombies. It's happening.
The hardest part of living through the zombie apocalypse is not letting on how fucking awesome it is.
I wonder if Jimmy Buffet will make a song about this?
I'm turning into my dad. Stop me if I told you this already, I think I did.
Last summer in my neighborhood the air was filled with fragrant aromas, trees sexing it up probably but it sure smelled nice. Like a tree fell into a vat of Avon liquid except a lot softer than that. Then I turn the corner, hit the full sunlight and Bam! skunk. Right there at the corner of a squat white building. I looked for the animal but do not see one. Wondered where it came from and how it got there. I went past the building and it faded. I stepped back and yes, that's a skunk, definitely a skunk, they are so distinct it is impossible to confuse. Danger, Will Roberts. I go inside the squat white building. Broad open clean reception room. Receptionist and a guy wiping a large jar. I reported the skunk. They laughed. I said, no really. The man said, "that's probably us." Dispensary.
The stories at that Zagat link are awfully tame for a "worst ever" list. Bugs in a bug light! Flirtatious waiter! Dirty glass! Pork tenderloin sandwich that we did not enjoy for unspecified reasons!
Pretty weak stuff. Food critics must live very sheltered lives.
Most insane show I've ever seen was an episode of Call of the Wildman on Animal Planet where Turtleman, the hillbilly hero of the show, captured a skunk with his bare hands. The only protection he had was some kind of cheesecloth over his head. He got thoroughly sprayed but kept going. Unbelievable.
Around 5 a.m. yesterday morning I stopped by a rental property. While walking around the backyard near the patio I noticed movement near the patio out of the corner of my eyes. When I turned to look I was shocked to see four skunks walking in a straight line close to the wall; they appeared to be a mother and three babies. They scared the bejeezus out of me but when they noticed me they scurried into a hole under the patio.
Here's the photo I took for the animal control folks: http://i.imgur.com/mnSEg.jpg
In September there are going to be a whole bunch of rabid skunks meeting in North Carolina.
This is the sixth rabid animal?!
Might be time for some wildlife control, people, if that's not considered un-PC or anything. Isn't that what animal control is for?
I guess Loudon Wainright already did the song.
My worst restaurant stories usually involve bad service. Once my wife and I were at Berghoff's in Chicago, and were stranded at our table after giving our order for 40 minutes. No waiter, nothing. It was laughably bad. No explanation either. In their defense, they were slammed that night. Still, a word of apology / explanation would have been very easy and appreciated.
I'll never eat in Cody WY, either. In the 1940s, Mom and her family drove through and all got food poisoning. In 1977 my Mom, Dad, brother and I drove through, and got food poisoning. (Not from driving through, of course -- we stopped to eat).
Well, that stinks.
I learned playing Who Want's To Be a Millionaire that the natural predator of the skunk is an owl.
Not because he's smart. But because he can't smell worth a damn! This weakness, an inability to smell, makes him the strongest predator in the world when it comes to skunk boy.
Better run, skunky! Stink up the world! Owl does not give a damn. You are lunch.
I don't know, it cracks me up. Those owls stink and they don't even care. Don't even know it! Kinda like some MIT nerd who forgets to bathe for a month. Just too smart to care about b.o.
I've heard, "Hungry enough to eat the asshole out of a skunk.", but isn't this taking it to the extreem?
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