| The sun was high in the sky, and the heat was intense. A record breaking heat wave, and I was still working the high steel. As I sat down on one of the radiating steel I-beams, I opened up my lunch box. I removed its contents, one by one. First the ice pack, then the sandwich, the ice-cold can of Pepsi followed, and last but not least, an entire half-gallon of cookie dough ice cream. (I had a big lunch box�) so as I set the ice cream aside, I began to unwrap my roast beef sandwich. Sweat poured off my brow as I sank my teeth deep into my nosh. I began scanning the horizon as I chewed. Then, I saw something peculiar out of the corner of my eye� there was a crate about 100 feet away on some staging. I stood up and began walking towards the alien object� As I got close to it, I noticed something. It had �Animal cargo� written on the side of it. The crate was empty though. It was addressed to the San Francisco zoo. Then I noticed a slip of paper in the box. I picked it up and read it. As soon as I read �Baby penguin: 1 Pcs.� The horror stories that I had heard popped into my head� the baby penguins drowning in ice cream. Not a second after that, I also remembered my ice cream that I had set on the beam a few minutes ago. My head jerked to the side in horror, and sure enough, I saw a baby penguin, waddling in a joyful frenzy, directly towards my dessert. Being new to the high steel, I lacked the balancing skills of an expert, so my efforts to reach my ice cream before the penguin did were in vain. When I arrived, all that I saw was a half-full box of ice cream, with two cute little webbed feet, sticking out of it� completely still. I fell to my knees and wept. I cried out �DAMN MY INEXPERIENCE AND LACK OF AN ICE CREAM SCOOP!!!� |
