A. R. M.
ali at cafe.sdc.uwo.ca
Fri May 3 10:56:13 EDT 2002
The other night I was invited out for a night with "the girls". I told my
husband that I would be home by midnight ... "I promise!"
Well, the hours passed and the champagne was going down way too easy.
Around 3 a.m., drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I got in the
door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.
Quickly, realizing he'd probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I
was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution
(even when smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.
The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, and I told
him 12 o'clock. He didn't seem disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with
Then he said we need a new cuckoo clock. When I asked him why, he
said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, "Oh
shit!", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3
times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then burped."
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