Bizzare

As a lay on my chair and remember how awesomely boring the weekend has been, something out of society norms befell me yesterday.

It all began when the crimson sun had set and most of the population had left their humble abodes for the noisy comfort of the shopping malls. I was alone in my room, seated with me was a board with letter keys affixed to it, manipulating a cursor over a screen, watching a graphical man slay monster after monster.

The clouds above began to rumble, began to growl, began to manifest. It was then shortly after the rain fell from the sky, crashing upon the black tar roads that was spread before my window. Staining them with the carbon footprint generated by the air-con loving divas. It was not soon before long that a friend was in dire straits or so.

Within the night, she came over to my house to find rest in the emerald city. I escorted her from the bus stand, followed the yellow brick road and lead her to my boisterous cavern. I sat her down with a glass of sky juice but she daintily requested for hot coca juice. Naturally I would abide in the presence of the crone of my home.

We sat down while my servitor prepared solid calories for her. Deeming me too pungent for the living room the crone sent me for a shower. A comfortable shower.

When I had been refreshed I brought down a shimmering flat round piece and slotted it into a contraption which caused the screen before her burst into life. We delighted in moving images for 40 minutes before it dawned on her that her pumpkin carriage would turn to dust.

Hastily I walked her to the bus stand with two huge ass umbrellas. At the bus stand I carefully place one umbrella on the ground while we hold the other one and hold conversation. She wants to take a cab, but no, the cabs don't stop.

So we watch helplessly as bus after bus zips pass the stand, the rain falling on the tar road at full pelt. Then a bus arrives, not her bus, we're still waiting for the damn cab. Alighting from the bus comes this old man. I am still in conversation with my companion when I turn around and see my first umbrella GONE. GONE BABY GONE.

Instinctively I turn around and see this man from without an umbrella he has progressed to having an umbrella. Like what the fuck man. He just swipes the shelter on a stick and walks away gleefully. So this what happens.

I shout, "Hey Oh My God, what the hell are you doing with my umbrella?"

Miraculously he can hear me, and miraculously he did not take flight. He stared at my blanked eyed and walked back to the stand, actually I WALKED OUT INTO THE FRIGGIN RAIN to retrieve the dispatched umbrella. And he has the gall to actually say...

"Sorry sorry (at least he apologizes profusely) I didn't know it was your's I thought it was stray and did'nt intend to let it go to waste."

Hell yeah right I believe you uncle. And he wasn't even an old demented dyslexic man he was like in his 50s?? Walk in the rain uncle, your generation was trained to do that. Silly answer too, but honest, honesty is always silly when you are caught in surprising situations. I can't digest that he actually had the audacity to pilfer right under my nose. I am bewildered... eclipsed there's actually someone who is more dumb than I am.