Saturday, October 08, 2005

Work Mentality

So, RL kept me away or i would have posted sooner. I work with mentally ill adults, so i figured, why not share some fun stories. My idea of fun after having done this since late 87/early 88 may be different from yours. This one, dear Garter Bearer, involves no carving whatsoever. It was my baptism of sorts. The experience that either makes you run screaming or jump in.
It was an early summer day and i was just a college kid new to all of the fun that is schizophrenics living together and learning to function in the community. One kid of about 17 was especially fun. We'll get to that. It was a Saturday. We decided that anyone who wanted could go with me down to a local beach and have a picnic. Everything was packed and off we went. There were a couple of families already set up and having fun, playing catch and frisbee. Ducks waddled and paddled in the river. Some of the guys were helping me carry the cooler to a table when suddenly the always horny and extremely impulsive 17 yr old went running past us yelling "I'm gonna fuck a duck!" I told everyone else to wait at the table and took off after the boy who was taking off after the ducks. There was a lot of flapping and quacking, he and they were in and out of the water. He almost caught a couple of them. Parents grabbed their children and stopped their ears. I tried to reassure them that he was just having some fun, but i didn't believe that and had visions of the photo in the paper of this guy with a duck stuff to him being our new community relations nightmare. Luckily, a cop happened to hear the yelling and quacking and told duck boy to stop. Even luckier, duck boy heard him and did. We were then escorted back to the van. We settled for a cook-out at the house that day. Duck boy was taken to the hospital by my co-worker and spent a little time there getting his meds adjusted and lectured on socially appropriate behavior. I had a burger and some chips. I still laugh every time someone says "fuck a duck." I got a lot less shy and quiet around the folks after that.

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