(An occasional series of photos where I allow desk mascot and trusty companion Bacon Sandwich to weigh in on the day’s events.)
When I lived in a half-trailer in Morgantown (this, of course, would be back when everybody at West Virginia University who didn’t live in Sunnyside or South Park pretty much lived in a trailer), I spent a summer living, in said half-trailer, with my best friend. She was taking classes at Fairmont State that summer, and moved in with me to make the commute easy and hang out and be a server at Garfield’s.
In this glorious 200 square feet of space, it seemed almost everything was in three states of existence: Broken, almost broken or at risk of being broken if someone looks at it funny. This included the front door, the air conditioner and the toilet.
And because we were as ghettofabulous as we were, everything we fixed, proudly, by ourselves, was fixed with that familiar look of silver duct tape.
Air conditioner’s leaking all over the phone? DUCK IT!
Front door knob about to fall off? DUCK IT!
Toilet won’t flush because the little chain keeps falling off? DUCK IT!
Our motto that summer, other than “If we get to Ponderosa around 3, we’ll totally be there in time for lunch and dinner items on the buffet and only have to pay the lunch price” was, “If you can’t duck it, f— it.”
And, now, 10 years later, I seem to get a roll of duct tape in the mail about once a month. The latest addition was the tie-dyed one. I’d like to think it’s some kind of cosmic way to remind me there’s always some way to fix a problem with relative ease, and if I can’t fix it, let it go. Pretty sound, if you ask me.
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“DUCK IT” is the offical motto of the US Navy too. My Dad, who served 14 years, always had a stack of duck tape at the house from the ship. If they couldn’t fix something on the ship with regular tools, they just duck taped it and went about their business….which kinda worried me.
Hull got a leak…duck it? That is what worried me
I love watching pit crews in an auto race just tearing a big chunk of broken bodywork off the car and replacing it with duct tape.
Seriously. Very little cannot be fixed with a tear off that silver (or brightly colored) roll.
I always love to see when they make the Prom dresses from it. But I’m also easily amused
Do you ever see any in red? That would really be useful and illustrative in my office.
No red yet, but when it comes in, it’s all yours. I got a really neon green once. It’s around the house somewhere … Somewhere.
Because neon green has a reputation of being difficult to locate.
Maybe Walter hid it and is doing unspeakable things to Inky when you’re away…check for missing fur.
Walter with his tie doing an “American Psycho” act.