Or maybe tennis shoes in a dryer.
Starting yesterday, the maintenance guys began gathering. Walkie-talkies blaring unintelligibly, tool belts and trousers riding low (too low), they held a colloquium on the matter.
"SURE IS MAKIN' A RACKET," one shouted over the radio/badge of honor on his hip.
"YEP," another clarified.
"I THINK I KNOW WHAT IT IS," said a third, "BUT Y'ALL WON'T LIKE IT."
"WHAT?" asked the second.
"I SAID 'I THINK I KNOW WHA—'"
"NO," interrupted the third. "I MEAN 'WHAT IS IT?'"
"OH!"
...
"SO WHAT IS IT?"
"WELL," said the third, "I THINK THERE'S SOMETHIN' THUMPIN' IN THE DUCTWORK."
That was yesterday. Today, I feel like Bill Murray's character in Groundhog Day.
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And there would be peace in Lower Cubeville.
4 comments:
What in the world? I've never heard of something like that. The thumping pipe work that is, not the shotty maintenance people :). Keep us posted.
You can't just leave us hanging like that...what in the world is in those pipes??
I don't know for sure, Gwynne. From what I was able to glean from a couple days' worth of maintenance guy brainstorming, filled with not-appropriate-for-the-office language, the "sumbitch's got somethin' loose an' floppin' around up there." To me, that sounds like the ductwork was flexing, just like I said from the start.
Sounds like fish to me.
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