By: Ben Bleck/Senior Writer
As I walked into the airport, I heard someone yell, “Duck.”
Down in the security check stations came a duck waddling down the hall. Hundreds of people were zooming by the duck not even noticing it.
Over the load speaker a man announced, “If someone has lost their duck, it is in hall 174B by the Bask n’ Robbins.”
A man came running with a cage asking everyone if they have seen his duck. I pointed the man in the direction I last saw his wet friend and continued on with my day.