I had a dream last night I worked at Toys’R’Us, and I was showing a customer these shelves full of construction toys like Mechano, but I kept eating them. They were made of cold, hard iron too. It was like biting into a Snickers that’d been left in the fridge. The customer was asking what’d he’d need to complete his son’s set, and I would tell him, “Well, you’d need the Klaxon set, but I ate all those. I could order more in, but then I’d only eat those ones too.”
Obviously, he was put off by my compulsive eating of inedible metals he intended to buy as presents for his begotten son, and he asked, “So why do you keep eating those?”
“Well, it’s a compulsive eating disorder, isn’t it?” I told him.
“Ah,” he seemed both satisfied with the explanation and abashed at the same time.
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