Pirhanas

I've come to the conclusion that ridiculous things are bound to happen on Fridays.  I'm not sure if it's because it's the end of the week or if people are preparing for the weekend by letting all their "crazy" out on Fridays at 3 p.m.  Whatever the reason...here's what happened...


Sooo my cubicle has four walls with an opening that leads to the middle of our department's walkway.  I am unable to see the Engineering window.  I can only hear what's happening as my co-worker deals with the public.


Yesterday afternoon my delightful mother called during my breaktime.  We were gabbing when I heard the doorbell ring.  {It is reminiscent of the doorbell used on Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase.} 


After several seconds of silence, I hear my co-worker say, "Sir, the fish in the pond are native to the Rock River.  Are there piranhas in the Rock River?"  Again, silence.


There was a brief pause - in which time, I related to my mom what I overheard between chuckles.  I love sitting in my cubicle and only hearing her (at the window) end of the conversation.  Which - as a side note - if she left the P.A. system on, I could hear both ends but that (leaving the P.A. system on) will happen when swine go airborne...as she hates the crackily-static sound.  I don't blame her.


After I ended the phone call with my mom, my co-worker went on and on about the piranha-dude.  Poor guy.  He didn't know if the gar were piranhas...even though we have a fabulous sign depicting each of the fishies swimming in the pond and they are labeled appropriately.


Why in the world would we put piranhas in our pond???  I would think that there would be some kind of law stating that the tanks would have to have a protective lid or something so that innocent (read:  crazy) people would not stick their hands inside the tank.