Remember my friend Peaches? Well, she got on the train tonight and sat across the aisle from me. We exchanged glances and a smile and my train friends and I went back to discussing the topic of the day, the sudden onset of winter. We rolled along peacefully like so for several minutes when up from the aisle, there arose such a clatter!
One of Peaches’ shopping bags had tipped over with a thump and from it spilled 4 or 5 plush and brightly dressed Christmas elves and lots of other rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums.
As her cubicle at work rejoiced, freed of the season's embellishments, I imagined these poor toys plotting a bid for freedom, not yet ready to give in to another year of storage. If only they'd factored in the noise the bag would make as they scrambled to make their escape.
Time froze, a whole group of people staring silently as they tried to make sense of so many Christmas items all out of context. As Peaches stuffed her treasures back into their temporary home, all I could do was loudly declare "Now that’s a bag of fun!".
I secretly hoped she’d leave the bag behind so I could liberate the poor creatures. Right into a garbage can. The only thing I hate more than elves are rogue elves.
Is it Easter yet?
