In Which This Experiance Was So Weird I Don't Even Have A Title For It.

Today I got off work early and I got to do something I seldom get to do.

I got to spend some blissful time alone. :)

I finished my Christmas shopping, and then, I got to go to Barnes and Nobel and drink a nice hot cup of coffee and bury myself into a book. I can't even describe the HAPPY that brings me.

I would have done a fat-happy dance if I wasn't, you know, in a public place.

I may or may not have done it anyways.

Anyways, back to the point.

(Sometimes I swear I have the attention span of a gnat. )

(If you know, gnats had attention spans)

(Oops here I go again)

So I had just settled into the big comfy chair with my book about to enjoy an hour or so of 100% pure happy, when all of a sudden I herd a shrill. The kind of shrill that could quite possibly break glass. I looked up and saw this teenage boy talking to his stuffed Pokemon character.

I don't know this little guys name but, this is the culprit.

I didn't really think anything about it, at first and went back to reading. Then OH THEN he starts to talk to the toy. Not only is he talking to it, he is talking in this high pitched voice that I can't even describe. Except to say if a dog was around it would howl!

Again, determined to enjoy myself for a little while I decide to ignore this kid and his "friend". So, a few more moments pass and I bury myself back into my book. The entire time this kid is talking to the toy, throwing the toy in the air, putting the toy on his head, on the table, reading to to toy, whathaveyou.

Did I mention that this kid was like 16-18?

He had car keys for goodness sakes!

So this goes on for a while, and finally...FINALLY he settles down. It is quite. I am again about 87 different kinds of happy. Enjoying my coffee, cuddled up in a chair, reading....

Oh AND THEN...

This kid lets out a scream that would make the devil cover his ears! I looked up and he is now GIVING BIRTH TO THE POKEMON CHARACTER!!!!

He has his feet up on the table (I swear my Grandmother just rolled over in her grave!) pulling the plush toy out of the zipper of his jeans...AND SCREAMING!

"Get it out of me"

"I need to push"

"Give me drugs"

No, I'm not kidding!

Actually, at this point the employees came and asked the guy to leave. I had already walked away so I don't know what happened after that.

So much for a nice, quite time alone.

I decided it would be more peaceful to go get Zach and go home.