Today, Mockarena, Dame and I sat under a vaulted ceiling, in a room decorated in vivid oranges, blues, purples, yellows and reds. We chortled away as the servers toiled over plates of burritos and arroz con pollo, as bus boys (chicos del autobus) delivered baskets of fried tortillas. It was at this local mexi-rant that we looked fondly back at last Wednesday’s extravaganza, looked at today’s workload and pockmarks, and to our future endeavors of dining, working and playing.
As we dined, we covered topics such as long, black moustaches on 4-year-old girls, keeping quiet when your kids are with you in a hotel room, ear-Tron things that make businessmen and women completely chodely, and emergency phone calls.
As this fine experience came to a close (much like the middle class has done under our current economic leadership), we found ourselves making a list together. Each of us blurted out with aural dissonance:
Tacos
Toothpaste
Cats
Hot Pants
(I blurted 2 because I don’t follow rules well…such rebel)
After the list was done, Dame simply stated, “They all kinda have something to do with each other.”
Can any of our astute readers figure out what we were listing?
This is either:
Things I own.
Things that remind me of sex.
or words that contain the letter “T”
It’s Holmes’ shopping list.
The most frequent topics on the mock dock
ummm, you have to squeeze into the hotpants, squeeze toothpaste out of the tube, squeeze the taco together to eat it and eh squeeze the cat to to, eh i don’t know…
You could quite possibly find all four things on an autobus…
Allergies?
Uh wut!
Are we going to get an answer to this riddle?
Alright, Alright…so as the conversation playfully danced from one topic to the next, I became perplexed with a simple thought… As Daniel Dafoe ruefully sailed by White Bay, gaining inspiration for the novel “Robinson Crusoe”, what were the things that were in his mind, that were blotted out by the Caribbean sun and salt-sea air clearing his mind so the nuggets of his novel’s historic plot could coalesce?
And now you know…rest well…love much…walk aimlessly around your public library.
Absurdly yours,
Holmes
If it makes any of our less literary readers here feel better, I don’t get that either.
I want the real answer dammit!
That is the real answer. I simply asked, “What do you think Dafoe thought about before he wrote ‘Robinson Crusoe’?” (I tend to think in tangents…have even been dubbed “A Living Tangent”) This is what we came up with. I apologize if my random thought process annoyed you. I will try to line up all of my thoughts better and be more of what you seek…all I ask is a chance to try to be less random…to try to find a social space in which to tarry. I truly am ruing my incapable brain. Please forgive me.
Sorry, it just seemed too random. I forgive you…
Wait. I’m recalling that we were pretending to be on Family Feud, right? So we were blurting out random answers in that annoying way that the audience does when there are already three strikes.
Right? Or am I high?
Now see, that makes more sense! So to continue the list, because there are 5 people on a team…
Yogi Bear!