Those Who Don’t Understand – Become Therapists
It’s happened again. It is such a weird thing to have happened once, that for it to have happened again has left us perplexed and suspicious.
Three days ago, a small blue dresser showed up at the Free Bench. It was so cute it seemed it would only be a matter of time before it would disappear. So yesterday morning around 5:00 a.m., when I heard thumping sounds and a car idling out front, I thought that was surely what was happening.
I was not prepared for the sight that greeted me: the dresser remained, but where the drawers had been, there were now only gaping rectangles, revealing a less-than-lovely interior.
This rash of drawer-less dressers has led our house mate, Tom, to speculate that perhaps, unknown to us, drawers have become a necessary ingredient in the making of meth: two parts anti-freeze, one part ephedrine, and three dresser drawers. Garth suspects one of my blog readers is pulling a prank (I defended you mightily, O’ Readers).
I have no theory. I am simply, once again, confused by human behavior.
...Like the Hurricane 
God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh. Voltaire
Try laughing. : )
Ah, thanks for that!
And now the dresser is gone. Who knows. maybe the midnight drawer-takers only had room for part of the dresser and came back for the rest? It’s a mystery…
Maybe people are building franken-dressers? And on the Equinox, they will each rise with their army of unliving dressers and compeat to become the Mad King of the Portland-Metrepoltain area!