...and I named him Herb. It just seemed appropriate.
And Herb must have had a touch of the stomach flu because when we walked by him, his innards began to make a horrendous noise. There was gurgling. And sloshing. And an overall feeling that something was not right in Herb's world.
The only thing I could think was I needed to take cover. Stat. I mean all that water in that hump has to go somewhere, right?
By miracle of miracles, Herb began to relax and the monstrous noises from the deep recesses within began to subside. It must have been my charming personality that won him over.
But Herb still chose to ignore us.
He's a little high maintenance like that.