Our family crisis is over. The household is now fully restocked with whoopee cushions. I’m amazed how many different sizes are now available in the classic whoopee cushion from my youth.
The center one has a hole in it and was the last remaining whoopee cushion in the house when our crisis began.
Our neighbor Carol Strand came to the rescue with a pack of the 4″ whoopee cushions on the day of the crisis. Unfortunately they contain the tonal volume of a humming bird fart.
Finally a rush order of one-dozen of 8″ whoopee cushions arrived from Oriental Express yesterday.
Gabriel will now be well supplied for the summer.