Well, dear reader, it happened again.
I opened my damn mouth, wearing a law school sweatshirt, and I had another conversation about stealing ducks at 4:00 AM at the very same gas station that you may recall from the infamous post Insomnia and Ducks.
Let me explain.
I have been under a fair bit of stress over the past 5 months. My partner, friend, mentor, and chair of the tax controversy team at my firm abruptly announced in mid-November that he had been battling a rare, aggressive form of cancer, and he was retiring. Effective two hours before he told the rest of our team, and two and a half before he shared it with the rest of the firm. Sadly, he passed away at the end of December.
So, here I am, a neophyte partner now in charge of the team, the robust client base, and not the most straightforward area of the law. (Ask me about the different types of innocent spouse relief, the super special estate tax lien, or the centralized partnership audit regime, I dare you…)
Suffice it to say, I have had a full plate…two full plates, at that…and sadly the daylight hours have not proven sufficient to meet the task of said platefuls. And that brings us back to the damn ducks.
If you recall from our last anatine-related[1] saga, the not-so-diminutive antipode to the protagonist of the tale (your faithful author/photographer), who we dubbed “Kyle”—not because we were protecting the innocent, but because I was to flabbergasted to remember the leviathan’s real name, and giving him more than four letters seemed an awful mean trick to name the kid—saw my sweatshirt and asked the question that still haunts me to this day:
“Is it illegal to steal ducks from the park?”
I just wanted caffeine, Kyle. As I noted in the last post, Kyle continued: “Ducks. From the county park. Is it illegal to take them? I mean, they’re just sitting right there.” I wrote then that the sentence “They’re just sitting right there” would “be etched in my brain until I take my last breath.” I had no clue how prescient that statement was.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
At 4:00 on the dot, the gas station computers reset themselves. I’ve experienced this before, and it takes about five minutes for the registers to come back online. I just had to keep my mouth shut for five minutes, but being my mother’s son, although I had the ability, I lacked the capacity to make small talk with the androgynous emo cashier, Jeremiah. His name was Jeremiah. I looked this time.
“You know, there used to be a Paul Bunyan-sized lad who worked here. I think his name was Kyle. He once posed the strangest question I have ever been asked.”
Jeremiah looked up, interest piqued. “What was that?”
“Kyle asked if it was illegal to steal ducks from a park.”
Now, dear reader, I had expectations of dear Jeremiah’s reaction. He could have chortled and said, “Oh that rapscallion, Kyle.” He could have been a vegan and have been mortified. Nope.
“That’s actually a very common topic on the internet. Depends on the type of bird and where you take it from.”
Sonofa….
I was not so much surprised at this factoid, because there is a lot of weird stuff on the interwebs—but by the simple nonchalance that Jeremiah (a) knew this, and (b) would so casually volunteer such knowledge without a punctilio of compunction. Punk.
Perhaps there was lead in the giant octopus tattoo on his right arm. For humanity’s sake, I hope this is the case…or that he steals the wrong bird from the wrong park and the book is thrown at him.
Come to think of it, I have a lot of law books. They’re heavy. If Jeremiah or Kyle try to steal my duck, I’ll finally have further use for that gigantic civil procedure tome that is gathering dust on my bookshelf.
If you take anything away from this, talking to others is inadvisable unless you are ready for the consequences. I should have been practicing social distancing. You really can never be too careful.
[1] The term for something related to ducks is “anatine.” Derived from the Latin word “anatina,” which is a diminutive form of “anatis,” meaning “duck,” anatine pertains to ducks or is characteristic of ducks. This term is often used in contexts such as biology, ornithology, and descriptive zoology to classify and describe features, behaviors, or habitats that are specific to ducks or duck-like in nature. Also, it happens to relate to pre-dawn gas station attendants curiosities.