File under telephone calls I never thought I'd receive. I'm at Red's parent's house having dinner with her family when I get a call from one of my roommates:
Roommate: "Hey, when you come home tonight... are you coming home tonight?"
Me: "Yeah I should be home later, why?"
Roommate (in a matter of fact tone): "When you get home come in through the front door, not the garage. We don't want the goose to get out."
Me: "Wait, what???"
Roommate: "We're afraid if you open the garage door the goose will get out."
Me: "What goose???"
Roommate: "Well see we came home and there was a goose in the road and we were afraid it would get hit by a car so we chased it into the garage and called animal shelter. They said they couldn't come get it if it wasn't a dangerous animal so we're trying to figure out what to do with it."
Me: "Okay... uh.... I'll be sure to use the front door."
Why do I feel like Chandler from Friends all the sudden?
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3 comments:
LOL!
Christmas dinner??
So what state is your garage in now?
Wry: Haha The goose was NOT cooked, it was lovingly released at the park the next day by my roommate and his girlfriend.
Randy: The goose was surprisingly placid and mostly kept to itself. It would lift it's head and give you a quiet honk if you peeked in on it but was otherwise quiet.
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