Today at work this American Indian guy came into the office in his native attire. He brought his buffalo inside. Even though he left it in the lobby I thought it was totally inappropriate. He kept on dancing when finally Shelley, our receptionist, asked "Can I help you?" He stopped dancing and said he just needed a friend. That he was bored and lonely and didn't have anyone to talk with. Well obviously this was really strange, and he had a hatchet strapped to his back, so all the girls in the office were really freaked out. Zane, our president, was out to lunch, so finally I stepped up and was like "I'll be your friend."
We went into the conference room and sat down. Well I sat down. The seats in there are leather so he couldnt sit on them because he respects The Animal or whatever so much. So he sat Indian style on the floor while I was in the chair. Well actually he didn't sit Indian style, Indian style. He just sat normal but since he's an Indian it was Indian style. Anyways I introduced myself and we got to talking.
He was a really nice Indian. He said he rode in from New Mexico and stopped at our office because The Wind told him too. I made a joke about teepee's and he made a joke about how white my skin was. It was a real good time. It turns out that he was really excited about the new Star Wars movie thats coming out. He gets cable in his teepee so he'd seen the others. His favorite character is Darth Vader.
After we exchanged email address he was on his way. I patted his buffalo as they headed towards Mopac. I thought about the meeting and how different it was. How different he was. And then it hit me...
I really should get a hobby or a girlfriend.