Ok, so i'm still in my hotel in Orlando with nothing to do, so I figured it was time for a funny story.
It's 1996 and i'm based in Johnstown Pennsylvania which, in the post industrial steel belt is quite possibly the sphincter in the butthole of the planet earth.
I'm 21 years old and living in a crashpad (because where else did I have to go?)
We have a row-house in a bad area of downtown J-town (was there a good area?). In this row house the two senior pilots each have their own room. Another guy sleeps on the couch on the first floor, and me and a Captain share the attic with two air-mattresses.
Now this Captain (whose name I won't mention) and I didn't get along. He was pretty high maintenance. The guy must have had about 10 personalities and every trip he came up with something new that I was doing wrong. It made going to work tough...and going home to sleep next to the guy even tougher.
Add to the fact that this "house" should have been condemned (there was some orange stuff growing on the wall that we couldn't figure out how to kill -- bleach just made it mad) and I was not happy.
Well, there was also a dog living in this house. A Golden Retriever named "Please". One day after work this Captain and I go to Sheetz for the commuter pilot dinner -- hot dog, chips, and a coke for $1.99.
When we get home the Captain decides it would be funny to feed the pickles to the dog. Dog eats them.
A little while later we go to bed. The light goes out. the guy climbs into bed. and a moment later JUMPS out of bed screaming, "My Bed is Wet!!"
"Someone PEED in it!!!"
The dog (we presume) peed in his bed in retaliation for the pickles?
Well, naturally we all blamed each other but to this day I wonder... did the dog do it?
I know I didn't... but I sure wish I had.
the end. (It this didn't seem funny, guess you had to be there)