Well, apparently I an NOT dying, contrary to how I felt last night. I am still “alive”, allegedly.
The other day while driving to school I saw an interesting snapshot into other peoples lives. There is a park up the hill from where I live in Coquitlam where there are usually a number of taxi cabs parked. Why, I am not sure, but it is likely a place near where much business comes their way. I can only guess. The point, however, is not that the cabs were there on this particular day, but what was occurring “around” them. There were two young children, approximately 8 – 10 years of age. One boy, one girl. Their parents (presumably) were waving their hands and arms in the air at them. Words were audibly being screamed. The children were screaming back, and gesturing with inappropriate fingers. This may not seem remarkable, and indeed it might not have been with the exception of one point that I haven’t mentioned yet. The children were standing on the roof of one of the taxis. Hmmm…
At the point when I was driving by, the taxi driver (of the car in question) got out of his cab, and started waving his hands and yelling as well. I presume that this was not merely an imitation of the parents who were doing the same, but was also an effort, presumably, to get the little brats off the roof of his taxi. We can’t blame him there can we?
There was a small crowd gathered (8-10 people), mostly seniors who I often see walking in the area at that time of the morning. Apparently the pursuit of exercise can wait while an engaging melodrama unfolds upon the roof of a taxi. Since there was a crowd already present, it seems likely that there was some sort of spectacle in motion for long enough to collect about 10 people who were wandering by on foot. There were four vehicles in this particular parking area : the afflicted taxi, another taxi, and two vehicles that were not very well parked – parked at weird angles and one blocking in the “afflicted” taxi. Perhaps the parents arriving to remove their demon spawn from the roof of a car? I don’t know. In fact, I don’t know much of anything about what happened here, as it was merely something that I noticed as I drove by. The more and more I thought about it on the way to school, the more I wanted to know what was happening. Sadly, that won’t occur, and I can only dwell on the facts that I have already outlined. Damn.