I really did mean to dig up that photo, just to prove that I was stupid enough to do this, but engineering issues were just a bit too nasty today and I completely lost track of what I set out to do.
There is also a story behind this costume, so I must proceed to bore the rest of you with this.
Time is always short, so the procurement of the necessary items was put off until the night before. I scoured the whole town for rubber chickens. No luck, anywhere. Not in the shops that cater to majicians, not in the places that rent costumes, nada. I had to resort to a (ACK!) shopping mall. I went to Spencers, but did not find them. I had to ask the clerk. Young teenage guy, who thought he had seen everything. Until that day.
He seemed rather surprised that anyone would really ask for rubber chickens, but he directed me to the appropriate section that had a single rubber chicken hanging on a rack. I asked him if he might have any more of them in the back room. If you had been there, you would have seen his neurons short-cirtuiting. His jaw gaped, and he asked "you want MORE rubber chickens?".
I could not resist.
Absolutely dead-pan, but with an edge of imagined irritation, I replied, "Well, of course! What the bl**dy H*ll do you think I would do with ONLY ONE rubber chicken.
This was delicious, but please bear with me.
The next day at work, we had a major video conference to discuss some dreadful problem. I had to chime in before things got too far out of hand, with a concise definition of what the legislation actually requires and what is the morally responsible thing for us to do beyond that. Then the director of production reached over and squeezed one of the rubber chickens (which had some sort of embedded moisemaker). It honked, and the whole lot of them were rolling in the aisles, in several sites.
No, this has absolutely nothing to do with the meaning of the costume. Please, do offer any guesses you might have.
