wickedflea | (no subject)

So I was at this conference table with a bunch of people, and I had a beer with me. I sat it down on the floor next to me, and I thought as I was doing it that it wasn't very smart. Sure enough, Wes knocked it over. Well, I can't sit in a meeting or watch a concert (whichever it was) without a beverage, so I headed off in search of a Coke machine. On my way downstairs, I saw this really cute little red-haired kid, probably about 3, wandering around the halls. I'd seen him before, and he seemed to be alone then too, but I didn't think much of it and assumed his parents were right around the corner. But this time, he was crawling around an escalator, putting his head all up in the gears and stuff. So I said, hey, that's probably not something I should just stand by and watch. (I'm wise that way.) So I picked the kid up and saved him from decapitation--but then I had to figure what to do with him. I figured I'd run into his parents soon enough, but I never did, so I just roamed the building with this kid in my arms. Pretty soon I was standing in the middle of a food court and asking the kid who and where his parents were, and where he was supposed to be. But all the kid would tell me is that he wanted chicken and waffles.

Um, yeah, that was a dream I had this morning.