You know what’s fun? Besides roller coasters, monkeys dressed as bellhops, dropping melons from the balcony, happy endings, midget watching, sharing a great book, licking icing off the cake, eating cookie dough, giving my boys wet willies, playing basketball, pillow fights, giving, seeing live music, freak shows, scrabble, leaping tall buildings, quoting movie lines from the 80s, impulsive and unexpected things, talking animals, watching the moon, people watching, Vegas, jokes involving anybody walking into a bar, islands, turbulence, making up stories, being in Wrigley Field, outfoxing clever people, asking people with heavy British or Australian accents if they are from Texas, cleaning (not really; I’m just trying to have a positive attitude), sushi, playing hooky, burping contests, bantering, and lots lots lots more of course?
Those are all shits and giggles, but you know what else is fun? Finding amusement in unexpected places. Earlier today, I sat down in a comfy chair at Borders to have a chai. The comfy chair area is always packed as people tend to treat Borders as their own personal library and take reading materials to peruse while they sip their café beverages. And then they leave their stack of books on the table for some minimum wage college kid worker to reshelf throughout the day.
I don’t sit up there very often, but when I do, I like to see what kind of books are in the abandoned stacks. I especially like to do this when I see the person get up and leave. So then I can guess what I think they were reading based only on their appearance and demeanor. Like was the scholarly person reading about philosophy; was the teenage girl reading lame vampire books; was the psycho reading self-help books; etc?
Today, I didn’t see who left the stack of books next to my comfy chair. But here they are:
Somebody in Seattle is totally gonna get laid. Sex must be on the list of 25 best things to do in any city, really. On the other hand, maybe this person is consulting the other two books because things aren’t all that sensational or fulfilling.
All I know is that I didn’t want some other joker like me to be watching me walk away so they could see what I was reading and wonder when I’m going to Seattle and who is either the lucky or unlucky recipient of my newfound sensational and fulfilling knowledge. So I took a picture of the books and moved over two chairs.
See? Fun! Perhaps not as fun as juggling eggs, tickling my boys, asking a friend about their mysterious skin rashes and cold sores in a crowded elevator, answering everyone’s questions with questions, sunsets, people falling into fountains while they text, stealing glances, inside jokes, stimulating conversation, food fights, bums talking politics, sparklers, mud wrestling, clever fortune cookies, angry nuns, and lots lot lots more; but fun nonetheless!