Was recently striding merrily down street when excellent incident occurred.
Elderly, Eccentric Acquaintance happens to pull over in loading zone. Leaps – leaps – out of car and dances around bonnet waving arms. Feel must intervene as am really quite fond of Elderly, Eccentric Acquaintance and do not wish her to be incarcerated in correctional, mental or otherwise facility.
HAYGIRL (concerned): Elderly, Eccentric Acquaintance! Is everything OK?
ELDERLY, ECCENTRIC ACQUAINTANCE: Yes, yes, can you see him?
HAYGIRL (searches sky, thinking perhaps strange jig around car is rain dance and the him in question is rain god): Ehrm, no, I can’t.
ELDERLY, ECCENTRIC ACQUAINTANCE (hopping from one foot to other): You can’t?
HAYGIRL (still looking at clear blue sky): No, I can’t.
ELDERLY, ECCENTRIC ACQUAINTANCE: You can’t see the gecko on my windshield?
HAYGIRL: OOOOOOOO. Yeah, I see him. What’s wrong?
Elderly, Eccentric Acquaintance: I couldn’t bear him looking at me with his poor little eyes. Had to pull over and get him off before he flew away and met untimely death.
HAYGIRL (scoops gecko off windscreen): There we go.
Elderly, Eccentric Acquaintance (no longer a-prance): O, you’re a good girl.
Promptly leaps back into car (is really vairy spritely elderly woman) and drives off, sans gecko. Gecko scuttles away. HayGirl continues merrily down street.
- HayGecko: Saved by HayGirl
