4.02.2009
4.01.2009
pear story
So I got a free pear from a table in the atrium. I put it in my bag and looked forward to eating it later; maybe before jiu jitsu. I was walking up the stairs at the library. The stairs go have a big gap in the middle where you can look down from the top; or look up from the bottom.
Anyhow, At about the 4th floor, I noticed my right shoe was untied so I bent over to tie it. As I bent over I felt a shift in my bag, like that of a small gnome rustling about trying to get out; it was just the pear. The bag was akimbo on my back and the pear was falling behind me. I reached between my legs with my left arm and tried to catch the pear, but alas, the perilous pear just hit my palm and continued it's death-dance towards the banister.
One bounce, two bounce, disappear. My eyes widen a bit as I quickly scan my immediate memory for signs of anyone being behind me; about three floor behind me. I hear the smack. I look down. The pear is in bad shape. I consider continuing my journey and going up the other two flights to my carrel. I decide against it. As little I knew yon pear, it was my pear, if only for a bit and it deserves better than to be left in such a condition, peary guts scattered about on the first floor landing.
I walk downstairs to the pear. No one else comes in. Everything gets still and silent. The pear's spirit is fleeting, is existence questioned. I reassure it. I pick it and its bits up and make my way to a trashcan. I say goodbye as I see it fall from my hands into the bin.
I got get another free pear and stuff it further into my bag this time.
Anyhow, At about the 4th floor, I noticed my right shoe was untied so I bent over to tie it. As I bent over I felt a shift in my bag, like that of a small gnome rustling about trying to get out; it was just the pear. The bag was akimbo on my back and the pear was falling behind me. I reached between my legs with my left arm and tried to catch the pear, but alas, the perilous pear just hit my palm and continued it's death-dance towards the banister.
One bounce, two bounce, disappear. My eyes widen a bit as I quickly scan my immediate memory for signs of anyone being behind me; about three floor behind me. I hear the smack. I look down. The pear is in bad shape. I consider continuing my journey and going up the other two flights to my carrel. I decide against it. As little I knew yon pear, it was my pear, if only for a bit and it deserves better than to be left in such a condition, peary guts scattered about on the first floor landing.
I walk downstairs to the pear. No one else comes in. Everything gets still and silent. The pear's spirit is fleeting, is existence questioned. I reassure it. I pick it and its bits up and make my way to a trashcan. I say goodbye as I see it fall from my hands into the bin.
I got get another free pear and stuff it further into my bag this time.
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