I’ve just got back from a small meal with my neighbours. We had chicken, those peas that are still in their leaf things and scrambled eggs, which for me begged the question, “Which did you prepare first? The chicken or the egg?”

She never gave me an answer to that one.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking lately about how great immaturity can be sometimes. I remember working for Corporate4U (which was in the process of being bought out by Vodafone, who eventually sacked me a week after renaming the company Vodafone Business Services because I was just a temp worker there). Every now and then someone would start a paper fight or elastic band fight and we’d basically just be firing or throwing things at each other around the office. Our manager didn’t mind too much because it was a morale booster, but only as long as her boss never caught us doing it.

I ended up creating a term called “Bunnying” when I was there, or “Bunny it”. Bunnying something basically meant that you were totally confused and/or just had no idea what you were supposed to be doing. So for instance, let’s say that one of my collegues had asked me to fill out some kind of form for something and I was totally lost about what to do. In a panic of mass confusion, I’d email this back to him/her;

It got to the point when I was sending quite a few of them to people ‘cos no-one was making much sense, and then I remember receiving an email from someone. Again, it was bunny mail, so I bunny’d it. It was only then that I realised that the email wasn’t internal - it was from a customer who was requesting something. Shortly after that, I decided to stop bunnying everyone.

Recently I’ve been doing little immature things, for no reason other than that they make me giggle. When I stay over at Dave’s in Warrington, if it’s night time and he’s taking a number 1, I’ll sneak up to the bathroom door and switch off the light the moment he starts to tinkle. After him shouting at me for a while to turn the light back on, I wait till I hear him finish and then I put the light back on, at which point there’s more shouting and him sometimes complaining that he’s missed the toilet.

But he can be childish too. We went to HomeBase to pick up supplies to finish the shower in his bathroom upstairs aswell as to get some coaxial cabling so that we had an aerial to finally be able to watch TV. Whilst we were there, I found some chrome, egg-shaped egg timers in a basket. So naturally, I set about 3 of them to go. Then I went and found Dave, brought him over to see them, and then we set off as many as we could. Every now and then one would go off. It was worth it though to see the look on the face of one of the workers. He headed towards me and walked past them, one started ringing and he turned around to see what it was. Then he looked confused as though he’d forgotten what he was doing and he wandered aimlessly, trying to remember which direction he was supposed to be walking in. He then turned to his right and went down that aisle, and then must have remembered he wasn’t going that way because he came back and continued walking in the direction he was going in originally.

Confusing people is ace. I went to the shower section where they had all the shower nozzles and stuff and there was a couple who were trying hard to decide what kind of shower to buy. So I started turning on all the showers and made myself look confused as to why none of them were working. I remember them glancing at me wondering what the hell I was doing. Although in all fairness, I was semi-confused as to why some showers had two shower heads built in? I thought you’d only need the one?

Dave’s dad also didn’t appreciate my idea of getting large castors and screwing them to the bottom of shoes. They even had smaller ones for smaller people. Dave’s dad doesn’t really understand me. He didn’t understand Tilt either. “But it’s just a car!” is what he’d keep saying. He’s a great guy, but mine and Dave’s sense of humour just flies over his head.

For some reason, I feel like more people should be more immature sometimes. I’m also kind of tempted because then when I walk into things (like last friday when I accidentally walked into a groin-high post with a huge warning sticker on it for cars not to drive into) then maybe it won’t look so bad.

Which reminds me, my advice for the week; Don’t ever assume that a freezer door might be frozen stuck when it’s not. Pulling too hard on it can result in quite a painful headache. Trust me.

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