It’s Wednesday again and we are on the eve of the Memorial Day Weekend- FINALLY! I realized today that I’m only 29, but I’ve hit that point where I am working all week and waiting for the weekend to sleep and when a 3 day weekend comes along- I’m jumping around like a maniac 😀 I’ve prematurely aged myself……..
So, without ANY ado-
10. Watch Strangers and Make-up stories about what they’re doing.
I haven’t been able to sit around watching people this week, but as an alternative have found a great photo (courtesy of pictureisunrelated.com) to act as my “strangers”.
The sun had gone behind a cloud, but the heat of the day still radiated from the stagnant pond. Bob was concentrating very hard as he carefully stepped, first left, then right foot using the contraption he’d put together from the bed frames in the dorm room. He had no idea what was so special about that damned rock, but ever since he’d thrown it into the lake the day before, this crazy guy on a black big wheel had been following him around, pretending to run him down (but only going 4 miles per hour).
At first Bob had thought that it was a freshman who was pledging one of the frats and that he had become the unwitting butt of the joke while they hazed a pledge, but then it just started to feel creepy. He saw big wheel guy in the hall when he walked out of his dorm room and was followed into the hall bathroom while he brushed his teeth, then the big wheel guy waited outside the stall as he dropped a deuce. Then this weirdo followed him to the cafeteria and watched from the outside window as he ate his cereal- apparently big wheel guy did not have pockets because he couldn’t pay the $5 to get into the cafeteria. Thankfully, this guy didn’t follow-him in to class, but when Bob left the lecture hall, there the guy was and this time- in a very high pitched voice- he said to Bob, “where’s my rock you D-Bag!”
“What rock you psycho?! Leave me alone!” and Bob began to run the other way and big wheel guy could be seen, slowly, pedaling behind. It had taken him all night to figure out what rock the guy had been talking about, but he finally did and that was when he remembered that he’d thrown it into the pond.
So, here he was, some lunatic still stalking him and he was trying to pick one rock out of the water. His left foot came down and he could feel the metal frame begin to wobble- Oh Shit. Bob lost his balance and went face first into the slimy, stagnant water. Once his feet were on the bottom, squishing in the mold, mud, and general crap that is found in a pond on a college campus, he began to run his hands through the goo where he thought he’d see the rock go under. This went on for at least an hour before Bob finally grasped onto a smooth, round, flat object and pulled it out of the water. It was the rock!
As he washed the mud off in the cleanish top layer of the pond he saw that there really wasn’t anything special about this thing that would tell him why this guy had gone to soo much trouble to get it back. He flipped it over in his hands and could feel the rage begin to boil over into his face. Written on the bottom were the words- “Fido- my favorite Pet.” He proceeded to throw the rock at the big wheel man and hit him on the head with his damned pet rock.