There is a fancy Dyson vacuum cleaner in the next office with a big orange ball that you can just see out of the corner of your eye when you are making coffee in this office.
Every time I do, I mistake the ball for a pumpkin and the part of me that will probably always be (on an almost completely controlled and actively ignored level) …a kleptomaniac freetarian*, salivates about how delicious it would be to steal it and turn it into a soup.
It really stresses me out whenever I notice myself doing that.
Pavlov would have a field day with me.
*Yeah, no foolin’: that was a phase.
That’s still in me, somewhere.
The funnest of fun times.