Harold is
trying to take over the world and he’s being really, really persistent about
it. He tried doing it the other day
through the internet, but I stopped him; unplugged him as soon as I found out. It’s really kind of strange too ‘cause he’s
really never shown any sort of inclination towards this sort of behavior.
He’s always been so calm and accommodating,
but now he’s quite difficult to be around.
To be honest, he’s been a little bratty lately. Why just yesterday I found him busy at work
again and when I asked him what was up, he started throwing a fit. Well, I being the totally un-rational and
un-temperamental being that I am started yelling back and somehow, before I
knew it, I was chasing him down the stairs and out the door.
Now I really don’t know how that happened,
but there we where, him running down the street on his skinny, short little
legs, his thin arms flailing in the air like some crazy cartoon creature and
me, being much taller than him, running after him. Despite my obvious advantage, I am quite
embarrassed to say, I was never quite able to catch up to him.
I would care to blame the number of obstacles
HE put in my way, such as the old lady on a bike who “just happened” to be
strolling by at that moment and as you know you can’t very well knock over an
old lady on a bike in any part of this world without facing serious
consequences. And then what about the
flock of geese we ran through, which I was fine with until one “flew up” and
smacked me clear in the face. By the
way, geese smell and taste terrible when they’re alive, dead, I’m sure is a
completely different story.
The absolute
last straw, however, was the group of kindergarteners on their way back from a
field trip. That was just plain
ridiculous and totally planned. At last
our chase finally did end with me making a tackle that would have made any
football fanatic proud despite the minor scratches that resulted from it. So, with Harold in hand, I marched back to
our room, quite annoyed to find that I was now a good couple miles from the
dorm and without money to buy a ticket or my bus pass.
Harold, I decided as I walked back, fuming,
was going to get it. Only then, when I
was yelling at the top of my lungs at Harold for the mess he’d gotten me into,
did someone take notice. But then I
guess it is rather strange to be yelling so animatedly and vehemently at Harold
‘cause after all, he is only my Ipod.
