Earlier this month, we hosted a birthday party for my mom when she was visiting from Texas. Toward the end of the party, our niece started writing lots and lots of things on the water bottles. Each bottle had a character name, a fortune, a joke, and a sentence. Together, the water bottles were supposed to make a story. Thankfully, she told me that if I was missing some bottles, I could just make something up. Whew! Because these two were all that was left when the party was over…Here is my story….
Bob awoke with a start. He had fallen asleep on the couch again and spilled a bowl of Boo-Berry cereal and milk. As he cleaned up the mess, he muttered, “I need a dog.”
After changing clothes, Bob decided to hop on his bike and bum around town. First, he stopped at the ice cream parlor for a chocolate icecream soda. With no particular destination in mind, he hopped back on his bike and started pedaling.
Bob woke up in pain on the sidewalk. He had fallen asleep again and fell off of his bike. A crowd of people were looking down at him discussing what to do. As soon as they saw that he was awake, pretty much everyone lost interest and went on with their day. Except for one.
“I’m Marcy-are you ok?” Bob was still in a daze and didn’t respond. Marcy extended her hand and helped Bob to his feet. “Why don’t you come into my shop and sit for a while-is there someone who can come pick you up?”
“Uh…sure.” Bob replied. He followed Marcy into the store. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. “What kind of place is this?”
“I’m a psychologist by day, fortune teller by night.” On Marcy’s left was her psychology practice and on the right was her fortune telling stuff.
Still a bit hazy, Bob asked, “You are interested in psychology? I looked on Google and Wikipedia and WebMD and watched some Dr Oz and I’m pretty sure I have narcolepsy. I don’t have any medical training, but that’s where the internet comes in.”
Marcy was tempted to shake and slap Bob and tell him to go to a real doctor, but he seemed to be concussed so she didn’t.
Suddenly, Marcy’s eyes rolled back into her head. In an eerie, vacant voice, she said, “You will have great fortune…I see cats…lots of cats…and…a Peppy Pizza Party…yes…”
Bob was a little uncomfortable and attempted to diffuse with humor. “Ha! Peppy Pizza Party!! I dare you to say ‘Peppy Pizza Party’ 5 times fast!” He laughed nervously.
Marcy’s trance was over as quickly as it began. “I’m sorry-what? Are you hungry? Is there someone who can come get you? I don’t think I should send you back out on your bike if you have narcolepsy. Tell you what-my psychology practice closes in 15 minutes-we’ll put your bike in my minivan and I’ll drive you home.” Bob could not think of any objection.
They loaded the bike into the minivan. Bob started to give Marcy his address, but fell asleep midway through the house number. Marcy sighed, turned on the radio and waited for Bob to wake up. 20 minutes later, Bob woke up and provided his full address. They arrived at Bob’s house, unloaded the bike, and became Facebook “friends.”
The next day, Bob fell asleep again while eating Boo-Berry cereal. He was startled awake by the doorbell. As he walked to the door, he muttered again about needing a dog. He opened the door to find a basket of 20 cats and a note. It was from Marcy!
“Dear Bob, I thought you might enjoy a little bit of company so I went to the animal shelter and adopted 20 cats for you! Enjoy! XOXO –Marcy P.S. please go to a doctor for a real diagnosis & treatment for your narcolepsy.”
Bob found a doctor that made house calls, was treated for narcolepsy and lived happily ever after with 20 cats.