A random tent story.
So I was sitting at the shop, doing some paperwork, at about 5:30 on a Friday night. The wind was blowing, and few shops remained open so traffic was minimal. All was calm on Main Street.
And then a tent flew off the roof and landed on the sidewalk.
Um, yeah, that was kind of what I thought too. I sat at my desk for a good 5 minutes and pondered this sudden wind-fall. Was the tent occupied? Did the fact that it landed on my doorstep mean it was mine? Was it pushed, or did it jump on it's own?
And then a tent flew off the roof and landed on the sidewalk.
Um, yeah, that was kind of what I thought too. I sat at my desk for a good 5 minutes and pondered this sudden wind-fall. Was the tent occupied? Did the fact that it landed on my doorstep mean it was mine? Was it pushed, or did it jump on it's own?
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Perhaps another question is why was the tent on the roof in the first place. Was it there for some secret assignation? Did it jump because its lover didn't show?
Did you keep the tent? Is this the start of a beautiful new thing?
Cheers
Dagny notes - I did ponder these thoughts to... I now wonder if the tent had indeed chosen to jump rather than to continue on in an obvious facade of unuse. And alas, no, the tent did not stay with us, but was placed into a loving, stable home who vowed to take the tent camping this very weekend.
Posted by: Gillian | August 22, 2007 05:11 PM