Spontaneously, like: as you were walking past them you felt compelled to pick them up and purchase them. -or- you saw someone playing raquetball and thought "I should play raquetball" and set out to purchase the equipment?
It's more riveting if you pretend that all of these events happened in very close proximity- preferably, all in one day. I imagine-
You set out in the morning, to begin whatever passes for a normal day for you, and everything seems... normal. As you're on your way to lunch, you walk past a sports store. Something catches your eye, but you're not sure what, so you wander in. As you pass by the raquetball equipment, you find yourself siezed by the urge to own a particular raquet, and the wonderful googles next to it. Now armed with your raquetball equipment, you march out You grab a delicious lunch with the German department and spend much of the afternoon downing Flaming Fire Tongs (or whatever you were drinking). Before you know it, you're completely toasted. You stumble out of the bar/restaurant, and decide to head home. You get on the bus, and spend much of the ride home telling the bus how much you're in love with the French T.A. The bus driver gives you funny looks, wondering: 1. Why you're talking to the bus, and 2. why you stink of liquor Who this teacher assistant is, and what's so great about his being French. It never occurs to him that you're talking about the transit authority, and you don't care. You get home, and find that your lungs are aching something fierce- probably from the last two or three drinks, which may have still been smoking as they went down. Smoke inhallation is no fun, you realize. Still, you soldier on, knowing that you have a charity ball to attend for C.F. Still woozy from drink, and achey in the lungs, you dance the night away, looking radiant in your gown (except for the touch of green around the gills). You dash out of the ball just before midnight, lest your gown turn back into robes, and your car into a pumpkin, leaving only a quote in the newspaper for prince charming to chase you by.
Then you wake up the next morning and realize you meant to purchase goggles and sit there wondering what you're going to do with so many internet Web searches.
-or-
you saw someone playing raquetball and thought "I should play raquetball" and set out to purchase the equipment?
It's more riveting if you pretend that all of these events happened in very close proximity- preferably, all in one day. I imagine-
You set out in the morning, to begin whatever passes for a normal day for you, and everything seems... normal. As you're on your way to lunch, you walk past a sports store. Something catches your eye, but you're not sure what, so you wander in. As you pass by the raquetball equipment, you find yourself siezed by the urge to own a particular raquet, and the wonderful googles next to it. Now armed with your raquetball equipment, you march out You grab a delicious lunch with the German department and spend much of the afternoon downing Flaming Fire Tongs (or whatever you were drinking). Before you know it, you're completely toasted. You stumble out of the bar/restaurant, and decide to head home. You get on the bus, and spend much of the ride home telling the bus how much you're in love with the French T.A. The bus driver gives you funny looks, wondering: 1. Why you're talking to the bus, and 2. why you stink of liquor Who this teacher assistant is, and what's so great about his being French. It never occurs to him that you're talking about the transit authority, and you don't care. You get home, and find that your lungs are aching something fierce- probably from the last two or three drinks, which may have still been smoking as they went down. Smoke inhallation is no fun, you realize. Still, you soldier on, knowing that you have a charity ball to attend for C.F. Still woozy from drink, and achey in the lungs, you dance the night away, looking radiant in your gown (except for the touch of green around the gills). You dash out of the ball just before midnight, lest your gown turn back into robes, and your car into a pumpkin, leaving only a quote in the newspaper for prince charming to chase you by.
or something.
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