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They look angry. What will you do?>
Funny, you should describe such a situation. I was talking with a
sailor who'd popped in for a sandwich and chips at the restaurant
one day and he told to me an intriguing story so similar in nature
to the scene above that I'm tempted to use the word "eerie." For the
sake of brevity, though, I will decline to use this word.
Only difference was the Chivas was a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke and
the shiny beads was cassette tape by the Strawberry Alarm Clock.
According to the sailor, who I will call "Ted," partly because
that's his name, the beautiful natives stood around him in a
semicircle and stared at the bottle of Diet Coke. They stared at
the tape. Sailor Ted asked them if they knew the way to San Jose,
then smiled a big smile. Just as he suspected, they had no concept
of what he was saying. He said a few more nonsensical things and
the natives soon grew bored and left.
Later Sailor Ted built a raft out of popsicle sticks (which, he
admitted to me, were not easy to come by on a tiny island such as
this one was) and sailed home, which just happened to be the small
town of Occoquan, Virginia.
He claimed this actually happened and was not a figment of his
medication. Although, admittedly, it may be a figment of MY
medication.
So there.
I gotta go.