A Concentration of Curiosities

by Vicki Nunn

I have come to the conclusion that while strange experiences occur in our normal lives, they seem to intensify when one goes away on holidays – well at least they have for me.

Take for example the small vacation I had one time in Brisbane (Australia) with a family member.

On our first morning out, as we stood waiting for the lights to change on a busy street corner, our group was approached by an overly excited gentleman who enthusiastically and loudly shared his news about an enormous cruise ship that was in the city’s harbour. This complete stranger then felt compelled to repeat the same story to every new person who joined us on that corner.

We all smiled politely and secretly hoped he wouldn’t follow us.

A couple of days later we headed along for a quick visit to Fortitude Valley, where we were greeted by the vision of a slightly overweight white man, prowling the street in broad daylight, dressed in a very colourful kimono and wearing a pair of dainty white gloves.

Fortunately he didn’t feel duty-bound to express his delight at any oversized ships of which he knew.

On our second last day there, I may possibly have been mildly surprised when a woman crossed the street in front of us, carrying a life-sized skeleton.

Later, on a long weekend as I prepared to drive up to my old home-town, I harnassed my dog Scout into the seatbelt in the front passenger seat of my car. At one point, I was loudly and may I suggest, beautifully, singing along to the music when I glanced across at Scout – who just happened to be nodding her head exactly in time to the music!

It was a surreal moment, and I laughed aloud, even though I recognised that it was purely coincidental that the small bumps on the road were appropriately spaced enough for this phenomenon to occur, though I might possibly have been mildly astonished if she’d decided to sing in harmony with me.

The weirdness continued the following morning when I received a rather strange text message from a friend who asked if I had a fake pineapple that she could borrow!

Now, I can honestly say that I have never been asked that particular question before in my entire life. I suppose I could have responded with something like, “Sorry – no pineapples, but how about a fake artichoke, an aardvark and a collection of very bad poetry?”

It was later during that same weekend that I discovered something truly amazing which I am sure will astonish everyone.

Before I share it with you, you might like to take the opportunity to sit down… are you ready?

I discovered that burps do not register on an electronic guitar tuner!

Yes, I know! Astonishing isn’t it?

Since that momentous break-through, I have decided to retire from all further academic pursuits, as I believe that any future breakthroughs will  simply pale in comparison.

No! Please don’t beg me to continue contributing my incredible findings – I believe I’ve done my duty in giving this gift of knowledge to the scientific and music world.

Do feel free to applaud.

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