I was joking. This blog can't be about dreams alone. Why? Because I haven't been dreaming and I feel like a failure not having anything to blog about. So now, I will place my thoughts down, since they don't really stop.... :) Well, maybe they do. But that will be between you and me. I shall admit with shame that my mind isn't always working. Sometimes I enjoy just sitting and allowing my mind to wander into absolute nothingness. It's quite lovely really. But enough about that, I have a story for you.
It starts in the Widstoe, at 10:50 a.m. I'm delivering some large parcels of mail to the Biology department. A boy enters the room just before me with a determined look in his eyes. I assume he is expecting something from off of my cart of goodies. With this in mind I quicken my step, so not to keep him waiting. Once I have arrived at the door of the afore said destination I find myself in regular routine, calling out the names written on each box to the secretary. This is a precaution, to make sure the right packages are being delivered to the right people. Sure enough as I call out the name Michael Whiting a glimmer quickily appears in the eyes of the expect. Bingo! Not only is there one for him, but three! He can barely hold back his excitement. I assume that he can't take it any more for the next thing you know he is doing my job removing the packages from off the cart. I can't complain since I found one of the boxes to be especially heavy, and it's obvious that his excitement far exceeds my own at this very moment. He soon realizes, as he attempts to lift all three boxes that it will not be an easy trek back to the lab, seeing that it requires several flights of stairs. I quickly offer to do a special delivery to the lab his lab, mainly to save him from embarrassement. Quielty he excepts my offer and tells me he will guide the way. I give him a smile, and we begin to walk towards the elevator.
While we wait for the arrival of the elevator a boy approaches. As I look down, fearing eye contact with the passerby, I connect a flopping sound with his feet. With surprise and a little hint of jealousy I see that he is wearing Toe Shoes! I've always wanted thoes things, but can't bring myself to buy them because I know that it will ensue great ridicule from my family, and friends. Plus, I lack the money. With that being said, I looked up to my companion and with one eyebrow raised I decided to test him. I say, 'Those are some super weird shoes, huh?' I hear a quiet 'yes' and then he passes in front of me to get an extra look. I don't think he saw them in the first place.
Now I must say that it is my turn to be embarrassed. The elevator was taking longer than expected so I decided to make a little small talk. I ask him what sort of research he does in his specific lab, knowing there are some professors who study dead cats, live spiders, scorpions, and fish, lots of fish. It is the Biology department afterall. He replies that they test dna in insects. With an enthusiastic voice, I ask, 'like spiders and cockroaches?' And he, in his blessed kindness replies, 'More like the six legged type of insect.' I am sure that my face takes on a crimsone tone as I come to the realization that I have catagorized the spider as an insect. I respond saying 'I guess I should have thought about that one.' He gives me a slight smile, and I look down at my feet. I have once again made a fool of myself, and inside I am secretly laughing. As if on cue the elevator doors open and we both enter, ready to be done with this event. Before I know it we have arrived at our destination and the boxes are removed from my cart. I smile, he smiles, and that is that. I will most likely never see this boy again, and I don't mind. It was fun while it lasted, and it makes for a good story. The End.
