artifactrix: A ginger cat which bears an uncanny resemblance to a muffin. (muffincat)
While walking back from crepes, The Boy and I observed a llama, or possibly an alpaca, being taken for walkies. Downtown, by the classy lakefront apartments. You know, as one does, when one's llama-or-alpaca needs to go for walkies.

The human on the other end of the leash then proceeded to put the llama into the passenger cabin of a minivan. As one does, when one must transport one's llama, but does not possess or have the wherewithal to parallel park a trailer.

At this point, The Boy and I were staring alternately at each other and at the llamavan, just to confirm that yes, this was a thing that was actually happening, as opposed to, say, a new and interesting side effect of too much coffee or not enough sleep. As far as we could tell, this was really an actualfax walkies-going, minivan-riding llama.

We were walking up the street on which the llamavan was parked, and although several vehicles passed us as we continued along our way, the llamavan was not one of them. As far as I can tell, the person left the llama in the car with the windows cracked while she ran some errands or got coffee or something. As one does, when one has taken one's llama for a walk downtown on a brisk December morning, and finds oneself in need of a bracing drink or some quick shopping.

Now, I have seen llamas taken for walkies before. That's not a new thing. There's a petting zoo in my home town, and llamas need their exercise. But in a city*? That you must have driven to, because no way you're allowed to keep a llama in one of those apartments? Really?

*Burlington only gets called a city because Vermont doesn't know what cities are. The UVM campus is the single most densely populated area in the entire state.
artifactrix: My pseud, written on graph paper. (shifty eyes)
I and my parents just had what is surely one of the strangest conversational exchanges of all time. It all started when I carried my father's lunch plate into the kitchen...

"Thanks. I think Mum is making me some more."

"Moar?"

"Moab. Moab, 1969."

"1969. The Gap. 1969 was when the Gap began."

"Has the Gap ended yet?"

"This is beginning to resemble some kind of strange free-association exercise. Also, say what you want, I like the Gap. Their pants fit damned well."

"Say what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."

"-in Alistair's restaurant."

"That's pretty free. That's some pretty free association."

...no, you think?

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