Frick and Frack

On a daily basis, as I see things that seem mysterious or humorous, I often imagine it as a movie or documentary. Saturday night it was an apron on the side walk downtown. Black in color, no logo, just laying there next to a bench. Hmmmm.... the possibilities of stories behind that.

After this morning I have now seen 2 dead mice outside of the Convention Center.

How could it fit into my complex mental plot? Where are they coming from? A kitchen? An underground world? How did they meet their end? What brought them out to the busy sidewalk?

This evening it was Frick and Frack - we've gone to the local auto shop twice now, both times to get batteries for our cars. On both events, the same two guys were working. A young assistant manager with a crazy lisp (that isn't quite a lisp because it's on the sides of his mouth) and his senior assistant. We give the model and make of the car - they both go to their computers and it looks like it's going to be a race but Mr. Senior, older and wiser, stops his search to let his manager be the one to find the answer. Manager goes to get the battery, Mr. Senior offers to help, manager assists he can do it on his own. This has happened twice. Two times. On two different occasions we have watched the same scene play out. What is their story? And if the movie/novel was about Mr. Senior would we see his earlier days of success now followed by a remedial job due to the suffering economy, where he keeps his mouth shut and takes orders from his lispy boss? Or what if it was about the manager? Would we see him stay late at the shop to avoid going home to a lonely studio after a day of feeling knowledgeable and competent after working with an older guy who hasn't yet memorized the codes for all the parts like he has?

The list goes on, it's free entertainment in my head. It's what feeds my desire and urge to eavesdrop in restaurants and on public transportation. Now if only I could get the real stories.