May 12, 2009 21:05
I did my good deed for the week, I drove a friend to pick up his friend at the airport. Not that I minded. Bradley Airport doesn’t phase me. Unless I end up in the wrong terminal and panicking because we can’t find the flight number on the Arrival board - but I won’t go into that.
I was rewarded for my drive time with an unusual sight. A lanky man (if you’re a Seinfeld fan - think business-Kramer) carrying a worn brown briefcase and a pink ukulele.
Now, I don’t believe I’ve every seen a ukulele in real life. Oh sure, Tiny Tim on TV, but I’ve never seen a person carrying one around.
A little-girl pink one.
Around an airport.
And for whatever reason, my brain has latched on to this “event” and has started spinning all sorts of scenarios for this man to go to an airport with a pink ukulele.
I started with the usually ones;
- He was meeting the long lost daughter (I see pink, I still think girl - deal with it) who was stolen from him in a nasty divorce and the only thing he saved was her pink ukulele he used to sing to her at night with.
- He was reuniting with his first crush. The little red headed girl (yes, a direct steal from Peanuts) who lived next door. When her family moved away, she gave him her pink ukulele, kissed him quickly on the cheek, and then ran to her parent’s station wagon to follow the moving van away.
- It was his mother’s prize possession and he was meeting his siblings on the anniversary of her death to go to her gravesite and sing to her.
Later, yes my brain was still chewing on this, I decided that he must be a spy and had a microchip hidden in the ukulele.
Sure, it would draw attention. But, most people would think he’s a nut and not a spy. The freaky-geeky image was just a disguise to throw off the people following him.
Or maybe a treasure map!
Or naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine for the man in the shiney green suit!
I really have to start getting more sleep