Question of the Day - Sunday, August 10th, 2025

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In 2020, my girls and I took Nana to St. Augustine to the beach.
She wore capris and a t shirt and said, “I’m only wading in the shallow here as I don’t really want to get wet.”
I’m under the umbrella reading my book. I look up…
Just two knees and legs sticking up and Nana is upside down in the water.
I was crying laughing!!
(No matter her age, she is still a good swimmer, so we weren’t worried at all.)
We had such a great time and went back in 2021.
Nana said, “I am not getting wet this time. And I mean it.”
She wore her sunglasses and capris and t shirt again.
I’m reading under the umbrella and I look up…
Nana is walking towards me SOAKED. Hair dripping.
I almost peed my pants!!
 
Okay I have one. GC was maybe 12 and I had served mushrooms sauteed in butter with dinner. She's sittig next to me and as I'm serving some to myself she side-eyes the shrooms on my plates and says this, all in one breath:

"Ooh, ugh, I would never eat those here give me one mmm that's delicious give me more."

She's always been unwittingly funny but she's a good sport about it. About the same time, again sitting next to me at the dinner tabe she gasps and says to me, desperately, "It's so HOT in here!" I look at her and say, "you realize you're wearing a sweater, right?"
 
This isn't my story but I don't think the person it happened to will mind me retelling it. Names have been changed to protect the innocent idiots. Any other inaccuracies, exaggerations or misrememberings are down to me.

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Bob had gone to buy some point of lay pullets from Dave. After they'd agreed a price, Bob asked if he could also buy some of the foldout cardboard poultry crates Dave had, to safely transport the birds back to the farm.

"Oh, you don't need those" said Dave. "Just put them all in the back of the van and as soon as you start driving, the movement will send them to sleep!"

Bob was skeptical but they'd already haggled over the price and how many chickens he was buying, and he really couldn't be bothered arguing any more. They loaded the pullets into the back of Bob's van, he set off and sure enough - the motion of the moving van soon had all the birds fast asleep.

They were making great progress, coasting down the motorway, when the traffic started to slow. Soon they were stopped completely, gridlock for miles up ahead and no sign of anyone going anywhere soon.

Bob's sitting in his van, waiting for the traffic to get going again, when he hears it -
Braaaaap
Oh no.
Braaaaaaaaap bokbokbok
They're waking up.

The front of the van isn't fully closed off from the back and soon a curious beak pokes through from somewhere behind the driver's seat. He pushes it back but another appears, then another...
There's too many of them! The front of the van starts to fill with chickens. They're on the seats, in Bob's lap, up on the dashboard and down in the foot wells. He can barely see through the windscreen. All the people in the surrounding vehicles are watching now, staring in disbelief or laughing hysterically, but never mind them - how's he going to drive like this when the traffic starts moving again?
 
One time we brought our pug, Dory, to a corn maze. The place was pretty empty and we asked the owner if it would be alright to bring her along. He said it would be fine, so long as she stayed on leash. Not a problem; Dory is a well-trained, well-behaved dog.

We were in that corn maze for maybe a minute or two when Dory slipped her collar for the first (and last!) time. She immediately booked it into the maze. My husband and I are freaking out, running around in a sea of corn trying to find the stupid dog. Thankfully, she got caught in some sort of loop and couldn't figure out how to exit it. Pug wrangled, crisis averted.

Wasn't very funny at the time...
 
I don’t really remember anything, but I’ll share this from when I was in Rome:

It was Saturday evening, and our group had split up after attending Pope Francis's funeral (around 2:00). I had gone back to the hotel to take a nap, and then went off to explore Rome. Finally it was getting late, so I go back to the room only to realize I'd left my key inside. I knocked on the door, hoping my roommate would be in, but she didn't answer. I figured she was still out.
I went to St Peter's Square and stayed there until they started closing up (around 9:30 pm). I go back to the hotel and get a new room key, but then think that if I went up to the room, no one will know I'm back and will be looking for me all over the city. So I sit in the lobby for two hours until some of our group comes in. Since they now know I'm at the hotel, I go up to the room, only to find my roommate comfortable lying in bed.
Turns out she’d been in the room the whole time (came in right after I woke up and left) but never heard me knock. After that we exchanged phone numbers, but it didn’t do us any good because I didn’t have data.
 

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