infundibulum

Once, when I was a kid living in California, after school I came home and I was bored.

I think I was just sort of lolling about on the stairs, trying to think of something to do.

The railing was one of those wrought-iron deals, with bars spaced out every eight inches or so.

So, I stuck my head between the bars. It fit alright.

Of course, getting out again took a long time because your ears don’t want to go that way. I guess that’s what those guys in the pillory felt like.

The moral of the story is, don’t put your head between the bars on the railing on the stairs.