Sunday, 03-Nov-2024
Down the street from my apartment there’s a pub.
In that pub, there was a tiny duck. A plastic rendition of a rubber ducky, sitting proudly atop the tap for Guinness, guarding that magically Irish elixir.
From the first time I saw the ducky, I wanted the ducky.
Interestingly, I’d acquired a few neat things during my adventure across Europe – two of those things were small porcelain statuettes of Lipizzaner horses from Vienna. They were a bit bigger, and a bit fancier, than the Ducky… but you know what? They’d make a good trade.
Brian and I headed down, grabbed a pint, and negotiated the trade. A horse statuette left the apartment with me, and a small plastic ducky came home. My MBA is already paying dividends; I am a successful negotiator.
