Ean Mandrake Card, 20, had been banned from Voodoo Donuts, but Eugene police said that he returned around 6:45 a.m. Sunday to smear what appeared to be marshmallow creme on the store’s patio furniture and windows.
On the other side of the lake with a beer in his hand, Chris’ father, Ryan Whitney of Cottonwood, said he heard 14-year-old Jacob scream first. Then 13-year-old Chris.
Ryan Whitney said he could see the animals in the water, but he assumed the boys were merely frightened because the otters had gotten so close. He grew more alarmed as he watched three of the otters chasing the boys as they swam frantically back across a narrow section of the lake’s Sacramento River arm.
Real animals are not Disney characters. Animals in the wild are called wild animals for a reason.
That didn’t go down well with the younger man who took offence at the strong smell of his companion’s feet, pushing them off the seat and complaining forcefully about his particular scent, according to a report in Tagesspiegel. . . . .
“A verbal confrontation developed, which ended with the stinky-footed man being forcefully slapped,” a police spokesperson said.
This reminds me of the story about the customs official who watched a man push a wheelbarrow loaded with junk across the border every day. He became convinced that the man was smuggling something, but, despite the most intense searches, he never found any contraband.
Many years later, the two men, both long retired, ran into each other in a bar in a border town. After a couple of drinks, the ex-border guard said, “Look. I know you were smuggling something. I need to know, what was it? I’m retired–I promise I it’s just between us. Please tell me.”