Huh?
On my way to grab a chai, I saw a fruit fall from a tree. I was excited because, you know, there's a fruit for me to kick around on my way over. As I saw this, my path intersected with an older guy's, maybe in his early 50s, and he saw the fruit on the ground, too. And then he started kicking it! He stole my kicking fruit! Maybe I should have called it in the air? I got over it when I realized that it was awesome that this full grown-up was also taking pleasure in this childlike thing to do. Way to go, man.
Okay, post chai pick-up, I was heading back and I spotted a squirrel with a DumDum in its mouth. It looked butterscotch, so I was surprised at that fact (see here), or possibly root beer, but I said "Squirrel, that's not a nut. Do you not see the stick coming out of it? When do nuts ever have sticks in them? Inedible, pal." And I stood there and watched it for a moment, trying to figure out how I could convince the squirrel into dropping it. Despite the unlikelihood of that happening, I didn't want the squirrel to choke on the stick. The squirrel disappeared into the bushes and I wished it good luck in getting the wrapper off.
Weird morning so far.
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