Jul. 29th, 2005 02:59 pm
Watch out for flying fur!
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muckefuckIt's been an enchanted week. Ever since Tuesday's thunderstorms shifted the winds from the west to the north, we've had the most beautiful weather imaginable. Last night, I was determined not to waste it, so my plan was to have a quick bite at Big Chicks and then go for a stroll along the lake. And everything went according to plan--except for the part where a middle-aged scoutmaster tagged along.
First I had to get down there, though. I was walking to the el when something small and brown went FLYING THROUGH THE AIR at about waist level, missing me by inches. At first, I thought it was some kind of psychotic squirrel, but I got a glimpse of its cottony tail as it landed on the margin and it before it sped off. From the direction out of which it leapt, I heard a scrabbling sound. Craning my head, I saw a large tan dog hurrying up, but when there was no sign of the bunny, he halted and stood there wagging his tail. I speechlessly turned to the woman sitting on the front steps of house I'd happened to be passing, but she didn't seem as bamboozled by this surprise turn as I was.
At Big Chicks, I sat with the Usual Suspects and ordered a burger. The Scoutmaster attempted to chat with me over the overloud music and, as I saw the light was fading, I said, "Wanna go for a walk?" He had some good stories, the best of which concerned shepherding woozy, hallucinating scouts over high-altitude trails. They'd been eating dry Tang out of packets like it was Pixie Sticks for hours, leaving them dehydrated as well as buzzed. When these were confiscated, they begged for them like smack addicts while the leaders force-fed them iodised water. When one complained, he told him, "You know, I'm only required to bring your body back."
Right now, he's working for a property management company on the South Side so, boy, do I have some stories for you about the Hyde Park Croatian mafia,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mollpeartree! I'm hoping next week I can pump him for some more--and maybe brush up on the requirements for the Piloting badge at the same time!
First I had to get down there, though. I was walking to the el when something small and brown went FLYING THROUGH THE AIR at about waist level, missing me by inches. At first, I thought it was some kind of psychotic squirrel, but I got a glimpse of its cottony tail as it landed on the margin and it before it sped off. From the direction out of which it leapt, I heard a scrabbling sound. Craning my head, I saw a large tan dog hurrying up, but when there was no sign of the bunny, he halted and stood there wagging his tail. I speechlessly turned to the woman sitting on the front steps of house I'd happened to be passing, but she didn't seem as bamboozled by this surprise turn as I was.
At Big Chicks, I sat with the Usual Suspects and ordered a burger. The Scoutmaster attempted to chat with me over the overloud music and, as I saw the light was fading, I said, "Wanna go for a walk?" He had some good stories, the best of which concerned shepherding woozy, hallucinating scouts over high-altitude trails. They'd been eating dry Tang out of packets like it was Pixie Sticks for hours, leaving them dehydrated as well as buzzed. When these were confiscated, they begged for them like smack addicts while the leaders force-fed them iodised water. When one complained, he told him, "You know, I'm only required to bring your body back."
Right now, he's working for a property management company on the South Side so, boy, do I have some stories for you about the Hyde Park Croatian mafia,
mollpeartree! I'm hoping next week I can pump him for some more--and maybe brush up on the requirements for the Piloting badge at the same time!