It’s strange, is it not, that so often a seemingly insignificant event or thing can suddenly turn into something momentous? A simple walk to the corner shop for sugar can be the occasion for meeting a future spouse. An appointment with the dentist can be the occasion where one picks up a disease and dies. A visit to not-the-usual lottery outlet can mean winning millions of dollars.
Anita was more than aware of such possible causality when one lovely summer’s day she decided to go to the zoo. She went on her own. She liked that, because going to the zoo with other people could mean they’re more interested in the Mongolian wild ass than in the Australian pig-nosed turtle. At the zoo one needs to linger where ones interests lie, and chat casually to those around who may share a similar fascination.
On this particular visit Anita was captivated by the antics of the Malayan porcupine. A gentleman (quite good looking Anita thought) said, “Imagine sitting on one of those and getting those spikes shoved up your bum.” Anita thought the comment was a little crass but laughed pleasantly enough. The man’s name was Chadwick.
Then she thoroughly enjoyed the barking of the Indian muntjak. Her favourite thing however was seeing the hamadryas baboons. A man (quite good looking Anita thought) said to Anita that she shouldn’t really be feeding peanuts to the monkeys and Anita jokingly said she’d keep the peanuts for the Golden-rumped elephant shrew. The man roared with laughter. His name was Teddy. And then he got a sneezing fit which made Anita laugh and she said “You’re obviously allergic to Golden-rumped elephant shrew fur.”
Next, Anita had a lovely lunch in the zoo’s cafeteria; a cucumber sandwich and a lime milkshake. She finished with a slice of carrot cake which the waiter (quite good looking Anita thought) said was “on the house” because it was “yesterday’s”. The waiter’s name was Norman.
All in all, it was an enjoyable and successful day. Then Anita went home, which goes to show that not every insignificant event leads to something important.
You set up like a bowling pin.
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Fortunately I’m better at croquet than bowls.
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It never does, especially when you hunt for something special in each trivial scenario. The best things occur when you least expect them. This post reminded me of the sleazy, paunched Indian men who haunt disco bars and stand and stare with a drink and cigarette at the girls dancing with their boyfriends, hoping that one of them would leave their partner and strike up a conversation with them. They return home without any success, but come back each weekend.
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I like the paunched men story! Conversely an important event/occasion rarely produces anything of much significance.
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Haha. It’s actually something I observed many years ago when I went pub hopping with this girl. Your next post could satirise the second truth you stated in the comment above. Maybe something revolving around a board meeting of a corporation in order to launch a new product that ends with no resolution whatsoever, despite heated discussions and pitches. Or you could simply borrow from history.
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The Englishman, generally thought to be ‘quite good looking’ by everyone called Anita who knows him, read the story with great pleasure. “Well told Bruce” he cheered.
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Thank you, Kind Sir. I don’t actually know anyone called Anita, but I’m sure if I did that she would find the Englishman to be good looking.
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Why didn’t Anita die? In a ghastly manner.
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Ha ha! This takes the prize for the best comment of the day! Basically I didn’t want to repeat myself:
https://weaveaweb.wordpress.com/2013/11/11/32-grace-visits-the-zoo/
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Look at me, I’m like some kind of winner!
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Clearly the excitement is enough. No prize required.
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Steady on, don’t be so quick to duck the award ceremony, BA.
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We’ll pin the award on to the end of the Academy’s
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Sometimes a day is just a day.
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In my case it’s every day is just a day! mostly!
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I liked your story, Bruce, except for the first paragraph. I can’t help but think I’m going to pick up some terrible disease from my dentist. But I am a sucker for a good hamadryas baboon so you saved it.
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Thanks Sarah – and so glad you were saved by a hamadryas baboon. I find their bottoms to be “challenging”.
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It seems I had missed this bus to the zoo, which is a gem of a modern story that has not only captured the isolation of the protagonist exceedingly well, but has also captured the currents of the culture surrounding her through the limited interaction she has with the co-visitors to the zoo.
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Thanks for the monkeying around comment,
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I think Anita is a bit of a floozy, it’s no wonder she didn’t meet the love of her life, they probably all ran in the opposite direction!
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Yes – she does seem to be a bit of a floozy – which is an excellent word even on it’s own.
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I’m sure you’ll find a future use for it!
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