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They look angry. What will you do?>
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Funny, you should describe such a situation. I was talking with a
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sailor who'd popped in for a sandwich and chips at the restaurant
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one day and he told to me an intriguing story so similar in nature
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to the scene above that I'm tempted to use the word "eerie." For the
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sake of brevity, though, I will decline to use this word.
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Only difference was the Chivas was a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke and
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the shiny beads was cassette tape by the Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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According to the sailor, who I will call "Ted," partly because
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that's his name, the beautiful natives stood around him in a
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semicircle and stared at the bottle of Diet Coke. They stared at
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the tape. Sailor Ted asked them if they knew the way to San Jose,
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then smiled a big smile. Just as he suspected, they had no concept
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of what he was saying. He said a few more nonsensical things and
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the natives soon grew bored and left.
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Later Sailor Ted built a raft out of popsicle sticks (which, he
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admitted to me, were not easy to come by on a tiny island such as
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this one was) and sailed home, which just happened to be the small
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town of Occoquan, Virginia.
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He claimed this actually happened and was not a figment of his
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medication. Although, admittedly, it may be a figment of MY
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medication.
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So there.
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I gotta go.
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