It’s Sort Of Beautiful How Some Things Reach Across All Walks Of Life

My dad worked at the county shop, which used convict labor. One of the convicts was working near Dad, and either the convict or my dad farted loudly. (I don’t remember which.)

Dad: “That was an African Barking Spider.”

The convict blinked and then burst out laughing. He laughed for a good long time, repeating, “African Barking Spider!” to himself. He calmed down enough to get back to work, but he would still periodically burst into giggles with “African Barking Spider!” for the rest of the day.

Dad broke the convict with “African Barking Spiders.”