One day I was taking my bike from the porch so that I could ride to Starbucks to do some work before seeing some friends. I was standing there digging into my bag in search of my phone, whose alarm was barking ferociously to wake me up (of course!). So I finally turn the alarm off, when, in response, all the neighbourhood dogs cry hello. And, a thought passed through my mind…. What do I say if people ask me where I am from? A good question right? I mean, earth is the obvious answer.
Walking bike down stairs.
But I mean, I don’t make any presumptions of extra-terrestrial origins.
Still walking bike down stairs.
Ludicrous; so earth it is then. ET is home. Or is s/he?!
Sit on bike.
My neighbour’s dog is staring at me curiously. And I smile, say ‘hello poopies’ and begin to ride away. As I check the roads, I see my neighbour sitting on his porch. Then I begin to wonder…
Did I have that whole conversation in my head, or did I actually discuss my potential ET-origins aloud?
So I keep pedaling away; far, far, far away. And giggling.
For good measure.