Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo came out of Mass this afternoon to find the above little token planted on the hood of La Wrangler.

I’ve been what?

This evening, while waiting for my potato pancakes to go golden, I nipped over to the innertoobs to try and make sense of this.

Apparently, it’s a thing:

Jeep owners buy little rubber ducks, write messages on them, and leave them on or in other Jeeps as a way to spread some smiles.

The Jeep Ducking craze is now popular in the U.S., but according to the Massachusetts-based Taunton Daily Gazette, it was started in Ontario by Allison Parliament, a Canadian woman, because of an experience that wasn’t in typical polite-Canadian style.

The short version of the story is that Mizz Parliament got some rayther ugly flak from a fellow-Canadian owing to her car having Alabama license plates because she works there. Apparently, she decided to fight back by instituting these little acts of random kindness. (By the bye, don’t let yourself be hoorawed by that “typical polite-Canadian style” stuff. They can be right shites when they want to be.)

Anyhoo, I was flattered that somebody thought of me and, yes, it did make me smile.

Funnily enough, I had been thinking about La Wrangler as I walked out the door, because I discovered while going through my pockets as Father read out the parish announcements that I had accidentally left my keys on the dashboard. D’oh!

I immediately thought of that crack by Chesterton about the danger of leaving an umbrella at the back of a Catholic Church (as opposed to a Methodist one).**** Forcing myself to recall that I hardly live in a tough neighborhood, I resisted the temptation to dash out and check, and put it (mostly) out of my mind for the rest of the Mass.


And while I didn’t really expect her to be gone when I came out, I certainly didn’t expect to find a duck on her, either.

2020, man.

*** I hope I don’t even have to send up the quote-spotting signal on this one.

**** The reference (I couldn’t fine the original quote in a bite-sized form) is toward the end of an article by Fr. Dwight Longenecker, but the whole piece is worth a reread. It’s good stuff.