On the U-Bahn this evening I noticed that the guy sitting opposite me had a bag that looked like it was from the brand called Trap as it had TRAP in huge letters written down the side of it. Now I want that bag just so I can point at it and yell, ‘It’s a trap!’* whenever I feel like it (and not just on a crowded train).
It’s the same reason why my laptop is called Pond, so that when I pick it and take it somewhere I can say, ‘Come along, Pond.’° (and I do). It is also the same reason I want to get a ginger cat and call it Aslan so when it walks across the road I can reverently whisper,’Aslan is on the move‘.
Yes, I worry about myself too. Seriously, my brain is a terrifying place to be.