Talking Fountain

Look at these. 

Now, picture goldish ones of these. 

And, picture me, a young (thirsty) college girl in the first of many visits to the Seattle Tacoma Airport on my way to 4 years of brilliance training.  I needed it, because brilliance was not yet in my bag of tricks.  (As you will no doubt note.)

I was sitting in one of those airport chairs stuck together with all the other airport chairs when I spotted the water fountain across the people infested corridor between the bathrooms.  Good.  I was thirsty.

As I approached, I saw the small plaque that read, “Talking Fountains.”

My brilliance meter now begins to drop.  Really far.

I mean, what does one SAY to turn on a Talking Fountain?

I stand over the higher one and say in a regular voice:

“Turn on.”

Nothing.  Maybe I need to be closer.  I lean over, about 4 inches from the drain holes, thinking maybe that’s where the sound enters the turn on receptors.  And I talk faster.

 

“Turnon!”

Nothing.  Hmm.  Maybe it doesn’t understand me.  I lean over closer.

“Go.”

Still nothing.  After completing a thorough inspection of the fountain in an attempt to locate some sort of speaker I’m supposed to talk into, finding nothing, I try again LOUDER into the drain. 

“TURN.  ON.”

Well, shoot, this thing is broken.  These are broke.  Mine er broke.  Oh ya, I’m not Julia Roberts.

(Remember, it’s not as if I’m taking a red-eye flight and there are no people in the airport.  It’s the middle of the day.  The only good news is that no one seems to be thirsty at this exact moment.)

I’ll give it one more try…thirsty and getting frustrated.

“TURN!  ON!” 

Nada.  Fuggedaboutit.  Blasted thing!  I’ll find a NORMAL drinking fountain somewhere else.

I turn back to look at those stupid fountains one more time…(Why? I don’t know. I already have too up-close-and-personal of a relationship with them anyway)

….And saw…

…the buttons. 

Seriously, they were camoflauged.  I swear.

Well, Why The Heck Do They Call Them Talking Fountains If You Just Have To Push A Button? 

I push it and, lo and behold, water comes out!  Talking Fountain, ya right.

And when the water goes down the drain, it makes a loud gurgling sound. 

T-A-L-K-I-N-G.  The fountain talks. 

NOT the idiots who drink from it.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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1 Response to Talking Fountain

  1. langdon says:

    Lindsey, that’s brilliant! Well, not brilliant, obviously, but fantastic nevertheless. Your faith in technology far surpasses mine.

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