The Flatulator
Hi everyone!
Gotta tell you about this new toy we have @ B.A.D. It's not exactly in good taste, but it sure makes us laugh. But beware, you could be the victim of The Flatulator
Everybody does it. Some don't mind doing it. Some actually take great pleasure in doing it. Some even rate their's.
Because everyone does it.. "it" has a number of names. Some are silly. Some are just initials like "SBD." The point is, it's a fact of laugh. Now @ B.A.D., we have "The Flatulator" guarantee to lighten up any mood---unless of course, you don't do it, have never done it and don't approve of it. I've already found the "don't approve of it" response. I don't think it was the first time that generated the response---I think it was the repeated times that led to the 'that's enough' look that I get from my mother sometimes.
Anyway, it's the flatulator or more simply put B.A.D.s fart machines. It even has its own remote control (which has caused a few problems too.. keep reading).
It's got a speaker with volume control, consist of several different versions of 'it' that include a quicky to a long-drawn out multi level 'it.'
We stash all around B.A.D. just to keep everyone on their toes. The remote however is generally with me or sometimes Murray and that leads to the aforementioned remote trouble.
First let me say, the range on the remote is tremendous. It even works from outside. But
I found out the hard way... don't carry the remote in your back pocket and sit down.
The first day we had The Flatulator I put the remote in my back pocket.. hit the button a few times during lunch and generally had laughs all around. But...
After lunch, I went to my office to get some work done. Unbeknownst to me, I was sitting on the remote and everytime I wiggled--I set off The Flatulator.
That may have been okay until we got a mini rush @ the register which @ the time was where we positioned the speaker @ FULL VOLUME.
So as I'm upstairs wiggling around, I'm accidentally hitting the button that activiates the fart machines. Apparently, it's going through the entire range of accustics.. more than once and all the while customers ranging in age from children to grand parents are getting blasted with what's generally considered a very private sound.
Well, the next think I know is--Murray runs up the stairs laughing hysterically but yelling turn it off! Turn it off!
What? What?, I say.
"The Flatulator!", he yells back between guffaws. "We'r swamped and it keeps going off with lil' old ladies @ the register."
Needless to say, I know keep the remote in my front pocket. But still, beware. The Flatulator could be anywhere.
Thanks
B
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