Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:55 pm
...or shits and giggles.
We poor Antarctic working slobs were occasionally treated to a helicopter ride out of town, perhaps to assist a biologist in sneaking up on a basking Weddell seal with anal swab at the ready, or helping a geologist hump half a ton of rocks into the sling under the 'bird'...these 'recreational opportunities' were referred to as '*hit-and-giggle' flights...
McMurdo used to have (maybe still does) a chili cook-off every year...one year the Kiwi janitors assembled a team they called 'The Critters from the Sh*tter', and appropriated a brand new toilet bowl off the cargo line in which to mix their 'savory' version of good ol' American chili...stirred with a plunger, of course.
Some onlookers, viewing the steaming offering in it's porcelain 'chafing dish', proferred the opinion that it was an excellent example of 'cutting out the middle-man'...
