It happens often. More so
if you are in a hostel, I suppose. You are sitting/standing, just
doing anything, preferably in the night. You know how the hostel
never sleeps. And there comes the white knight in the dark night. I
know, I should put my copyrights on that previous line. And what has
the white knight brought along? Food! Okay, the whole scene can also
happen in the day time, but then my cool line won't be valid. So we
are talking about the poor knight. Obviously, little does he know
that he is the knight, or whatever, maybe the vehicle for the food,
that will end up in our bellies, which is a good thing, until of
course he is good enough to voluntarily share his larder with the
likes of you and me.
I mentioned the 'little
does he know' part because in most cases, the guy doesn't really know
what/who he is up against, which being a perpetually hungry,
perpetually greedy bunch of people, perpetually willing to loot
anyone and everyone of their foodie resources.
Let;s run the whole
scene once.
The guy enters.
He sees the the predators
are looming all around him.
He tries to keep things
quiet, to himself. Sudden;y he makes a sound. (Damn that polythene
bad on the floor!!!) He barely escapes slipping.
Three heads turn to see
what happened.
They see him. More
importantly, they see his prized possession.
(Shit.)
ATTACK!! He can run. He
can hide. But as Enrique says, there's no escaping our love.....for
food.
Okay, maybe nothing so
dramatic. The problem is not that you have food with you. The problem
is that others saw that you have food with you.
It's almost like this.
When you find someone looking at your food, firstly, the food is no
more yours for keeps, until you are a member of the 'shameless'
category, to which, I too belong quite shamelessly, wherein you have
no trouble watching people drool over your food.... okay, maybe not
drooling over your food, which would make the whole scene pretty
gross, but I guess, the point has been decently conveyed.
So when you see this guy
eying your stuff, you feel helpless for having what the other
doesn't. Besides that, one always is repeatedly reminded by his
elders, albeit subconsciously, that 'Sharing is a good habit.', and
as Bruce Willis says, old habits die hard. Even if they totally kill
you in the process. And to top things off, there's always that look
that we hungry kind have, that of an innocent cat. The same look,
those big shiny eyes, that helpless cute face, maybe not the cute
part of it, but anyways, the sort of face you want to 'ku-chee-ku',
in spite of knowing that it has the ability to snap at you any time
you give it an opportunity. And hence, you decide to part with a part
of what was yours, reminding yourself that it is good to be good, and
all sorts of bull of that sort. And then it comes. ATTACK!
Warning! Lock your doors
after you enter to prevent collateral damage.
