What Fun To Be Puerile Once In A While.

When I woke up today in the morning after a nice nap with Tristan Galen and Diana at 2 in the morning, I did not merely wake up fresh but woke up with a huge craving for some potato chips. Sadly no one would cater to me at 2 in the morning so I stayed strong for 8 hours hoping all the while that this craving would leave me but it never did so at 10 am I carried with me my battered knee and craving to the local store. I fed my regular stray buddies some healthy glucose biscuit breakfast and skipped or rather hobbled my way back when suddenly my roving eye found a plastic animal abandoned on the dirt. I was now a witness to an event occurring in my mental universe, in that very second my pack of chips seemed frivolous while the plastic PINK mule was my only desire. I wanted to pick it up, carry it back home, clean it up, name it and forever feel weird about picking up a plastic mule off a street.

I began questioning my own sanity when my mind started devising strategies as to how I could pick up the toy without looking like a homeless hobo. Then again all of us have gone through the phase of “one man’s treasure is another man’s trash” . I was appalled that I was even thinking this thought, I could merely hand over a few coins to the shop right next to my abandoned desire and get a brand new one saving me my misplaced dignity. As these thoughts ran through my head, I could feel a rival’s presence;It was none other than the security guard at the building next to the shop. I felt my eyes were playing tricks on me but I swear I could see him smirking and I began wondering whether he placed that mule there just to tantalize innocent buffoons like me, yes this seemed true since how else can a security guard spend hours rooted to a seat in the heat. I walked a bit backwards in hopes of making him feel as if I was merely lost or trying to find someone but he lowered his eyes to the mule which made me defensive if not even more angry at the guard.

Putting on an air of nonchalance even going as far as to step on the mule while mentally apologizing to the poor thing (Cursing the chagrin guard for toying with my mind) I walked back home with my favorite stray Chuck Norris. While walking back I was still hoping to find a way to save that poor plastic mule, if only I could have gotten Chuck to “fetch” me my dear plastic mule. As I approached home I decided to post about the incident so I turned around camera in hand but as I reached the spot I saw the mule missing and a smug look on the guard’s face. I was now sure that he had placed the mule there on purpose and that I was his biggest/craziest prey, slightly dejected and mostly annoyed I get Chuck and we hobble away together for he too was lame after a fight with another dog when suddenly I saw a child play with the plastic mule and all hate for the guard melted away though I was tempted to trade in my pack of chips for the mule but decided not to.

**Sigh** If only I had picked up the mule and made a mad dash for my house but then again the child looked happy with it so I guess all’s well that ends well….

P.S :- Aren’t my posts just pure joy to read???

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