Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Small Town Pee

What do you get when you cross a small town and a big language barrier?  A funny story about pee.

Since DB is a small community, you tend to see the same people all the time.  I've seen some people 3 and 4 different times throughout one day.

My friend, who happens to be married to Discovery Bay's vet, is walking her two Chihuahuas when a Chinese woman from the neighborhood walks up to her and hands her a paper cup.  My friend has no idea what's happening, but assumes that maybe one of her dogs went #2 and the woman cleaned it up and/or is trying to tell her in broken English that she needs to clean it up.

Upon further inspection, she realizes the cup is actually full of urine.  So now she's really confused.  Does the woman think that even dog urine needs to be cleaned up and thrown away?  And if so, how in the heck did she capture her Chihuahua's urine in the first place?

Finally the Chinese woman points down to her own dog and then to the cup and says, "No go clinic."

It dawns on my friend -- who is a school teacher, btw -- that this woman is asking her to take her dog's urine sample to the veterinary clinic for her.  Ya know, because she's the vet's wife so clearly she must be ready to accept urine samples at a moment's notice and in all situations.

Instead of attempting to explain that she doesn't work for the vet (she just lives with him), she takes the pee and then throws it away when the woman isn't looking.  Later, she calls her husband to tell him what happened and he says, "That's where the sample went?!  We were waiting for it all day."

Only in DB, folks.

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