The Continuing Adventures of Joe Adventurer. Episode III.
I was heading for the Port as I usually do on Watersday, when a young man stopped me and asked me to do him a favour. I of course stopped and listened to his request.
It appeared a passenger on the outgoing flight had dropped his wallet in the departures lounge and it had become my task to find him and return his lost wallet.
The young man quickly descibed the man for me in every detail. I asked him a few times to repeat what he had said, just so I had the image ingrained in my mind. I saw he was getting impatient after repeating the description so many times. Seeing this I decided to play with him and ask a few more times.
"What colour was the hat again?"
"Hat?!?! What f**king hat? I said purple bandana!!"
"What colour?"
I could see the veins in his forehead were about to explode, so I let him off the hook and said I thought I finally got it. The relief on his face was priceless.
Obtained: Dropped Item
The Airship arrived and I boarded with everyone else. I didn't see anyone matching the description board the ship, so I decided to wait until we were airborne to seek out the owner of the item in my charge.
We rose into the air and once we had achieved cruising altitude I began my search. It was strange really. There were suddenly twice as many people on board as what originally got on the ship. Undaunted I strode over to a fellow that seemed to match the description.
"Excuse me sir." I held out the wallet.
"This isn't mine." he said. He took it anyways.
"Um, well then I should give it to the correct owner."
"Give what? Hmm, ever noticed how crowded these flights are?"
I looked at him for a moment, absolutely stunned by his audacity. He had taken something not belonging to him and now wanted to play dumb?!?! I tried in vain to get the item back.
"Ever notice how everyone looks the same on these flights?"
"Wha??!?! Ga!?!?!" I was speechless. I stormed off. Half way back to the lounge I noticed another gentleman that matched the description given to me. This time the match was perfect. I strode over to him to tell him about his wallet. As I approached he said...
"Ever notice how everyone looks the same on these flights?"
My jaw hit the floor. I couldn't take it. I hit him.
"You stupid, feeble minded... why are you crying? Get up!! Go get your wallet back you dumb son of a...."
FIN
Edited, Wed Dec 29 13:07:58 2004 by GaranTheElvaan