The mind wanders
You know how your mind just wanders sometimes? I was walking The Pug yesterday when a cable van pulled up to a construction port-a-potty and the driver got out of the van, left it running, and got into the very wobbly port-a-potty.
My first thought, “I could totally steal that cable van, but what would I do with it?”
My second thought, “What if that port-a-potty tips over?”
Thoughts of, Would the guy get hurt? Would the guy get covered in sewage? Would I have to offer him my shower? Would he get sewage on my carpet?
All these things fly thru my mind in less than 5 seconds. The wandering mind (especially mine) is very strange. Why can’t my mind come up with cures for cancer or time-travel in it’s spare time instead of this kind of crap?