Lost Goat
This was too great to not commit to a blog.
So, on Friday I was driving home from GVSU, turning right onto 36th from Filmore. And I see this little deer....no wait, it's not a deer....yes, it's a goat.
It was this sandy-colored little goat, just kicking around in a cornfield in the middle of nowhere; no farm houses close by. I drive on, and suddenly I remember that right there at the intersection of 36th and Filmore was a sign claiming "Lost Goat!" So I drove all the way back to school, see that the goat is still there, get the number and call it.
And of course, I get the dude's voicemail. And I don't even know if I got the right number because he didn't say anything like, "If you're calling about the goat..."
So, the best part is, if I dialed wrong or got connected wrong due to roaming and area codes and all that, then some dude has my number and me, saying, "Yeah, I think your goat is wandering around in this cornfield, you'd better head out here quick!"
I did park and walk along the road, too. I didn't "baa" at the goat, but I did talk to it. I said, "What are you doing here, goat? Go home! There's nothing here for you! That corn is dead."
I would gone to pet it, but there's always that gripping fear of being dropped kicked. By a goat.
And that, kids, is my lost goat story.
So, on Friday I was driving home from GVSU, turning right onto 36th from Filmore. And I see this little deer....no wait, it's not a deer....yes, it's a goat.
It was this sandy-colored little goat, just kicking around in a cornfield in the middle of nowhere; no farm houses close by. I drive on, and suddenly I remember that right there at the intersection of 36th and Filmore was a sign claiming "Lost Goat!" So I drove all the way back to school, see that the goat is still there, get the number and call it.
And of course, I get the dude's voicemail. And I don't even know if I got the right number because he didn't say anything like, "If you're calling about the goat..."
So, the best part is, if I dialed wrong or got connected wrong due to roaming and area codes and all that, then some dude has my number and me, saying, "Yeah, I think your goat is wandering around in this cornfield, you'd better head out here quick!"
I did park and walk along the road, too. I didn't "baa" at the goat, but I did talk to it. I said, "What are you doing here, goat? Go home! There's nothing here for you! That corn is dead."
I would gone to pet it, but there's always that gripping fear of being dropped kicked. By a goat.
And that, kids, is my lost goat story.