- September 12th, 2008, 12:44 am#66774
The boys in the chat said I should post it, so I am...
It was a cool December night in Oklahoma Ciy, the slight breeze making it almost too chilly for comfort. I arrived at the Olive Garden™ that evening to find my close friends waiting for me on a bench just near the entry.
"Sorry I'm late!" I said, rushing to them, worried that they had been waiting on me in the cold. "No problem. We haven't been here too long. There's a wait anyway." Tony said, holding up a buzzer.
We entered the building to escape the December air and warm our faces in the heated waiting area. About ten minutes passed as we shared stories from our childhoods and the care free days that we missed so dearly. As we delved deeper into our pasts, I turned to notice the air conditioning unit. A simple little thing it was - Appliance White in color, about two feet tall and a foot wide, one simple, round knob to adjust the air. I focused my attention back to Tony and his story of baking muffins with his aunt as a small child in England. It was a few moments later that an image flashed before my eyes. An image of a Ghost Trap sliding across a court room floor. The image repeated itself in my mind as if it were trying to tell me something but I couldn't grasp what it was. I studied it over and over when it finally hit me.
That was a "close enough" trap knob.
I excused myself from Tony and his wife and headed back to the air conditioner. I examined the knob more closely and was excited with what I saw. "I could totally mold this thing" I thought to myself. But before I could free the knob from it's sub par Italian food eatery prison, the buzzer in Tony's hand went off. I had to leave it behind.
The entire thirty second walk to our table, all I could think about was that poor knob. I was the only person in the entire restaurant that knew what that knob was capable of. It didn't deserve to live an empty life of determining how much or how little air was let into the establishment. It deserved to be rolled out into the sunlight on a gorgeous spring day with it's square cousins. It deserved to be loved. It deserved to be desired.
It deserved to be on the front a Ghost Trap.
I was on a mission. I had to save that knob by any means possible. All throughout my Never Ending Pasta Bowl™, I hatched a plan to set it free. I was going to leave that place with it...or die trying. It was roughly an hour after being seated that we were all finished with our meals, everyone was stuffed and ready for the check. It took what seemed like years to get our change, but it finally came and we were out of there. We exited the booth and headed for the door. My heart was pounding as we inched closer and closer to the A.C. unit. "What if I get caught? Will I be banned from the entire Olive Garden™ chain of restaurants? Will I got to jail? Will there ever be a Saved by the Bell reunion?". All of these things raced through my head in what I was afraid would be my last moments as a free man. Three feet away, it was now or never.
"Oh hey, cool knob."
And faster than the Flash, I yanked the knob off of the unit , pocketed it and was out the door.
And that's how I committed theft for a prop. It's too big around, but the right height. Not exact, but you know what?
It's close enough...
It was a cool December night in Oklahoma Ciy, the slight breeze making it almost too chilly for comfort. I arrived at the Olive Garden™ that evening to find my close friends waiting for me on a bench just near the entry.
"Sorry I'm late!" I said, rushing to them, worried that they had been waiting on me in the cold. "No problem. We haven't been here too long. There's a wait anyway." Tony said, holding up a buzzer.
We entered the building to escape the December air and warm our faces in the heated waiting area. About ten minutes passed as we shared stories from our childhoods and the care free days that we missed so dearly. As we delved deeper into our pasts, I turned to notice the air conditioning unit. A simple little thing it was - Appliance White in color, about two feet tall and a foot wide, one simple, round knob to adjust the air. I focused my attention back to Tony and his story of baking muffins with his aunt as a small child in England. It was a few moments later that an image flashed before my eyes. An image of a Ghost Trap sliding across a court room floor. The image repeated itself in my mind as if it were trying to tell me something but I couldn't grasp what it was. I studied it over and over when it finally hit me.
That was a "close enough" trap knob.
I excused myself from Tony and his wife and headed back to the air conditioner. I examined the knob more closely and was excited with what I saw. "I could totally mold this thing" I thought to myself. But before I could free the knob from it's sub par Italian food eatery prison, the buzzer in Tony's hand went off. I had to leave it behind.
The entire thirty second walk to our table, all I could think about was that poor knob. I was the only person in the entire restaurant that knew what that knob was capable of. It didn't deserve to live an empty life of determining how much or how little air was let into the establishment. It deserved to be rolled out into the sunlight on a gorgeous spring day with it's square cousins. It deserved to be loved. It deserved to be desired.
It deserved to be on the front a Ghost Trap.
I was on a mission. I had to save that knob by any means possible. All throughout my Never Ending Pasta Bowl™, I hatched a plan to set it free. I was going to leave that place with it...or die trying. It was roughly an hour after being seated that we were all finished with our meals, everyone was stuffed and ready for the check. It took what seemed like years to get our change, but it finally came and we were out of there. We exited the booth and headed for the door. My heart was pounding as we inched closer and closer to the A.C. unit. "What if I get caught? Will I be banned from the entire Olive Garden™ chain of restaurants? Will I got to jail? Will there ever be a Saved by the Bell reunion?". All of these things raced through my head in what I was afraid would be my last moments as a free man. Three feet away, it was now or never.
"Oh hey, cool knob."
And faster than the Flash, I yanked the knob off of the unit , pocketed it and was out the door.
And that's how I committed theft for a prop. It's too big around, but the right height. Not exact, but you know what?
It's close enough...
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