Sometimes when I am just about to nod off to sleep my brain comes unglued and my thoughts seem to take a trip of their own invention. Here is my last flight of fancy.
Imagine we all go to a football game, but the bleachers have been replaced with little electronically guided bumper cars. There is a game going on down on the field, but most of the crowd is watching a giant screen in the end zone. Each fan has an electronic pea shooter. By some mechanism that nobody quite understands you can flash your thoughts to the screen with a well placed shot from your magical peashooter.
If another fan can load and fire quickly enough to hit your message before it fades from the screen he can either follow your train of thought, or flash up an unrelated message of his own. If enough BBs hit the screen at one time, then the author of the target message gets a zap and his bumper seat spins a little closer to the end zone. Now he has a better shot at the screen and can hope to be bumped still closer the next time his message gets a flurry of hits.
The stadium becomes a riot of scrambling marksmen, frantic to light up the screen. Because everybody is so busy working their own peashooters they stop reading the messages all together and just fire at random whenever they are locked and loaded.
Now mix in a couple hundred inventive vendors, running through the crown hawking better peashooters, some of them self loading, some with auto-fire mechanisms, some of them just prettier than the rest. Well you can take it from there!
I think I might just put down my peashooter for a while and float down to a quite corner until you clever fans figure out a less frantic system. I know the game might be over by then, but who was watching anyway!
Eileen, selling green in Central Pennsylvania
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