Thursday, Oct, 17 2013
When my wife asks me, "Guess what happened at work today?" Instead of simply answering, "What?" ...I like to actually "guess" what happened by responding with oddities, like, “Oh no! Was your friend eaten by a giant, rabid kangaroo?
Sadly, the stories never involve a kangaroo or anything rabid, but even as she tells me the actual, true anecdote ....I continue generating the fantasy in my head ----- like a giant, mouth-foaming kangaroo busted down her office door and pounced on her co-worker and eats her. And what it can’t stuff in its mouth, it puts in pouch and hops away for a bedtime snack.
Then I’m usually rudely interrupted with the “Are you even listening to me” look from her concerned eyes…..so, I pause….and attempt to muster up something that I had grabbed from her story while I was daydreaming, but I still keep thinking about that damn Kangaroo. So, as far as I know, a giant rabid kangaroo DID wreak havoc somewhere…and is still lurking in the shadows behind its next victim. Some call it A.D.D., I call it “imagination.” :)