My brother worked for a bookstore in NYC that was promoting Penguin Books and as a gimmick, they had three in a cage outside one of the stores. It was bro’s job to clean up and feed the critters and one nipped him on the cheek, leaving what look exactly like a dueling scar – you’d swear he’d gotten clumsy with a sabre.
The ER stitched him up and paperwork was filed with Workman’s Comp, who sent a VERY professional-looking lawyer-type to investigate.
Imagine a 3-piece-suit complete with briefcase, walking into a bookstore in Greenwich Village in 1960 and asking, “What happened?”.
Absolutely deadpan, my brother said, “I got bit by a penguin.”
The Suit almost had a heart attack and refused to believe it – we had to show him NYT which done an article on the store which included the little critters.
I guess law school didn’t expect its grads to run into a lot of penguins in NYC.
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