Stealing A Table...Nerd Style & Other Stories

Allo all! So today was a multo exciting day- I spent the day with Arriba at Veepland (VPL for all of those not 'in the know') and we studied hard..oh so hard...we drew maps of countries, spelled names and memorized 39 pages of history - full of military coups (THERE WAS ONE IN FIJI TODAY! HOW EXCITING :D), political intrigues, wars, extramarital affairs and lots more juicy gossip/history. And so we started as soon as the VPL opened, running inside the glass doors with hundreds of Chinese students,hungry for knowledge. But about 6 hours into the ordeal, we were hungry for a different sort of thing - food. We'd had our share of gossip and voyeurism and studying and were ready for some stomach worshipping. But there was a problem...

Our table was perfect - there was no overhead light fixture to disturb our mental waves, there was a high enough glass window to hide our constant voyeurism, there were no nerds/geeks around us (apart from our own shadows) to bother us or to be bothered by our constant exercising of our academic vocal skills, and the table was of a great size as well. But we were famished...and we needed our table for when we exercised our brains after having exercised our stomach muscles...so we were in a conundrum (awesome word by the way...)

We thought we'd steal the table. But then, we would've had to take it with us along Robson..well we'd have to get it past the security guy to whom I later said that I'd stolen a couple of books, and past all the other librarians and random peoples. And then onto Robson and to the Indian restaurant with the relatively cute waiter and the sardarji who was in a bad mood (he probably had had too many dry rotis...seriously they were dry..or maybe not enough sugar in the chai). And then we were afraid of the pesky flies...yes...those wannabe nerds who wanted to steal our table and hovered around us while we were putting our stuff in our bags. We took our time and annoyed them to no end. TAKE THAT! pesky flies - I swat my fly swatter at you and ruin your hair..hahahahaha!!!!

So we decided to abandon table darling in that spot and went for our session of stomach worshipping. We both cried. It was a sad moment - truly sad. But afterwards, we found another table - and it served us well.

But the other story, well idea, that deserves space in this land of randomness is one that happened before entering Veepland. Actually, it occurred on the outskirts of the land, by the bridge that separates Veepland from the ordinary world of V-city. There was a group of people advertising for institutions of learning like the University of Upper Iowa (which is actually in Canada) and they were giving candy-canes to people who took flyers from them.

Now, this one guy - he looked like someone who would definitely NOT be going to school in the near future - walked up to the booth and admired the candy-canes for a bit. Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to just steal one, he proceeded to take a flyer and to ask the lady standing there a couple of questions. Now, the author has no idea what questions were asked, but did see the man reaching into the box of candy and taking a candy-cane. He was about to take another when he saw the lady looking at him, and so, he diverted his attention and his hand to another of the flyers. After having asked his questions, he gave the flyers back to the lady and walked away - with a candy-cane in his hand. That, my friends, is the way to steal a candy-cane.

So, please do not think that I am advocating theft in this particular post. I'm not. Let's hope that that is clear to you all. I'm merely providing snippets (another great word..especially if you think of life as a sort of collage) of my daily existence to those who care or wish to read/partake in it.

Anyway,

That's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again, first you must die

~me