Mar 9, 2006

the sorriest thing

This is the sorriest thing you'll ever see.


My wife found this piece from a Sorry game at Dairy Queen last fall. It was in the parking lot and it just caught her eye, perhaps because it just didn't belong.

What would cause such a piece of classic gaming to end up tatterd and bent in a Dairy Queen parking lot? Was there some mad game of speed Sorry that happened in the middle of the night, only to get broken up by the cops? Or is there another creative story behind this sorry Sorry piece?

What do you think really happened? Share your side of the story.

8 comments:

Melanie Morales said...

All my creative juices are gone or I'd make an attempt at some great story - if I think of something, I'll get back to you...

But this falls in line with what I've always wondered. Know when you go down the road and there it is - the familiar sight: A shoe. A lone shoe. Not in a size you'd expect - like a child's shoe - some bored kid that wanted to find out what would happen if he tossed his shoe out the window. But a big shoe - that of an adult. Not a pair - but one shoe. Is it just me who wonders what the story behind the shoe? Out in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road? Where's its mate? Better question: Where's the owner? Has he missed the shoe yet?

Tony Myles said...

Ha! Once when I was driving with some friends to the beach I had my foot out the window and was tapping my foot to the music. All of a sudden we hit the highway and it flew off my foot. I was so frustrated, only later when we got to the beach the guy sitting in the passenger seat in the car behind us came up and gave me my shoe. Apparently he had his hand out the window just chillin' and when my shoe went flying he was in a prime position to catch it.

That... was amazing.

The Cubicle Reverend said...

some one dropped it and it got run over a few times.

Tony Myles said...

...because it cheated on its girlfriend, the thimble from the Monopoly game, whose dad runs the jail square and didn't approve of some "piece" messing with his little girl.

Melanie Morales said...

I love the story about your shoe. I was thinking... (everyone duck!) I RED (as I affectionately call the Sorry piece) decided one day he was tired of the game. He didn't feel like he was in the game of LIFE - just a sorry game. After getting jilted by THIMBLE for an older, richer, monacle-wearing gentlemen in her own neighborhood, RED decided to take a journey off the board.

First, he used his telepathic abilities to summon the 9 year old boy who still likes to collect things in his pocket. He convinced BOY9 that he could always be the Red one on the board if he would just take RED with him in his pocket. BOY9 agreed and so their journey began. RED soon began to question this choice of transporation as he soon learned he shared quarters with well, besides quarters - as in coins, he also shared his new tight space with a bug or two - sometimes alive.. . sometimes... well, space was tight so bugs tend to mush or suffocate... there were sometimes random twigs, some dirt, sling shot, water pistol, pebbles, the occassional frog and once a goldfish (in case you were wondering, Tony, what that faint fish smell was - there ya go).

One day the BOY9 family went on a journey of their own to see royalty. RED heard they were going to see a queen! Queen of Dairy. It was muffled - did he hear that right? He had heard that HASBRO was working on a new line up of games - he wondered if Dairy might be one of those new games! Or, maybe he was going to get to see a cow for the first time. Wow! What an adventure! RED liked not knowing where he was going. Not going in circles around a board that he repeated over and over and over - not to mention the cold darkness of the box when the game was not in use. No more days of wondering in the cold darkness if he'd been forgotten! No more dreams about the two year old swiping him off the board - that was one journey he did NOT want to take again! He couldn't believe they returned him to the board after that! But BOY9 insisted - because if he couldn't be Red - then he would never play again.

Anyway - the goldfish was beginning to give off an odor. It wasn't bothering him - after the two year old sister of BOY9 gave him that other adventure, well . . .the dead goldfish wasn't bothering him. But MOM insisted BOY9 empty his pockets. He could keep the trinkets - but he had to dump anything that was not breathing that was supposed to be. There was a scuffle in the pocket quarters and there was mass confusion and RED ended up in the wrong group.

So, there RED lie, lay, ... uh... So, there RED was... on the ground in a heap with Goldie and the the three little bugs. What was RED to do? He was a game piece! He couldn't move without someone moving him! BOY9 was so excited about seeing the Queen, he had not noticed RED was gone. RED was cold... It was getting cold outside. Indeed, he had been forgotten.

RED spent the night just outide the Queen's castle waiting for BOY9 to come and retrieve him. Surely he wants RED to meet the Queen! Just when RED thought things couldn't get worse, a teenage driver on lunch break from school came zipping into the parking lot - RED never had a chance. First, RED was runover by said driver. Second, DRIVER got out of the car and stepped on him in full sprint to the door.

RED was cold, sad, alone, and now broken. No one would want him now. Just when RED had given up all hope, - he was headed towards that bright light in the sky to be met by angels - naked with wings and perfectly obscuring clouds in all the right places...along came wife of Veron...no, Tony. Wife of Tony picked him up. She noticed that he did not belong in the castle parking lot. She took him home...

RED has had quite a life over the past few months at the Myles' household. But we'll just fast forward to today... where RED has just met the blogging world. RED feels like a star!

Dakotaranger said...

It looks like the looser didn't take the apology well.

Tony Myles said...

You guys are hilarious... :)

Melanie Morales said...

It's amazing what exhausted insomnia can do for a bunch of blogging maniacs! Maybe RED needs his own blog.