Our oldest daughter is moving this week. Well, today, actually. (for those not keeping track, we have three kids- Kat, 23; Jason, 21; and Christine, 19). Kat is moving from where she's lived the last two or so years with her boyfriend, Tyler. They've moved to a town that's actually closer to home than they were before because of Tyler's job. (he's an EMT/firefighter/paramedic/MacGyver/chess prodigy/acrobat/juggler/fire-eater... some of his occupation may be fictionalized for fun). Kat is in college and had no problem transferring (within the University of Wisconsin schools, they have several of them. My other daughter is at a UW school in another town).
Anyway, Kat calls the Disabled Guy this morning and informs him that they didn't get a big enough U-Haul truck and could he please come over with his trailer and truck and help them out. Of course he can. She lived an hour and a half away. So, DG gets dressed and has to unload his trailer so he can then go help her. I was in our room, blowdrying my hair when he came in to tell me about it and change clothes.
Among the explanation of what he was going to do and me sending texts to the girls (because Christine was helping Kat move) about meeting DG at the highway exit so he wouldn't get lost in town, DG tells me he needs to find the lid to his coffee cup. He has a HUGE insulated cup. I mean huge. It holds half a pot of coffee. He's had it for more than ten years, there is no way we can even think about the lid much less find it. So, I logically suggest he needs to use one of the insulated travel mugs we have that are of normal size.
Me: "Just use the one Christine uses for tea."
DG: "It ain't big enough."
Me: "Yours is too big to fit in your truck."
DG: "I don't need it for my truck. I just want to take it outside with me."
Me: "Why do you need a lid for that? Just take it outside with you."
DG: "What about birds?"
Me: "What about them? They're not going to drink- oh, you think they'll poo in your coffee?"
DG: "Shuh-yeah. You don't?"
Me: "I doubt they can fire with that amount of accuracy to land inside a coffee cup, even one as big as yours."
DG: "I had it happen! They done flew right through my window, crapped on the seat and flew out the other side!"
That's allegedly what happened. When we were stationed in Kansas, we had an El Camino (I'm going to skip the discussion that we had where I told him to get a car with a back seat, because eventually we'd have kids, but he got an El Camino. Google it, Kids) and he left the windows open while he was home for lunch. He thinks a bird flew in through the window and out through the other. I think it was more of a gravity plus flight trajectory that resulted in the errant poo on the seat, but whatever...
Me: "You think they can just drop with precision?"
DG: "Don't you know? They're like those Japanese Zeros. They fly down- [he makes a hand gesture to indicate that it is a Japanese fighter jet] and zzcchoooooooom! They drop their load and fly away, laughing at us. It's what they do."
Me: "You think a bird can fly down, drop a load in your coffee cup and fly away?"
DG: "Don't you? Yeah, it could happen."
Me: "No, it couldn't. Unless it was an accident."
DG: "That's what they WANT you to think! But they're always thinkin'. Planning..."
Birds... you can't trust them with an open cup of coffee. Apparently.