I had the strangest experience while I was out shopping today. There I was, happily minding my own business as I wandered around on the paving perusing the many wonderful items displayed when I caught sight of a woman dressed as a fairy prancing around and pointing a wand at people. I’m not talking a little girl here either. She was a full grown woman who seemed to be taking the entire situation completely seriously.
I naturally assumed that she was doing it to promote something, like a play or whatever. So, I carried on my day, trying to put as much of the paving between her and I as I possibly could in the hopes of being able to avoid having to wind up talking to her.
Of course, that didn’t happen. As such situations are wont to do, she eventually managed to close the gap on me, covering the rather sizeable patch witch was just fixed from an Edmonton paving company that I had managed to establish between is with the grace and elegance of an epileptic tiger at a rave party. I swear she almost fell over three times as she came practically hurtling towards me and her walking technique can best be described as “spinning in the general direction of her target.”
Anyway, she arrives and starts spouting some nonsense about how it is always a wonderful day in fairyland but she has gotten lost and needs to find her way home. By this point I’m practically convinced this is for a play so I ask her to just let me know what she's advertising so that I might go out and catch it one day. After all, I’m a cultured person and this girl was clearly putting a lot of effort into the promotion.
Except, she wasn’t. Right after mentioning that I’d come see whatever she was doing, she fixed me with a glare that could best be described as a mix of insulting and hurt. It turns out that she was one hundred percent serious about her weird fairy land and was expecting me to help her find her way home. Needless to say, after a couple of awkward moments I started backing away while trying to think of a way to exit the "conversation" as smoothly as possible. Smooth for me meant tearing across the road as quickly as possible so that I could hide in a shop.