Today at work I was at my desk, doing my usual job of putting together spreadsheets when, quiet as a breeze through summer trees, a purple dragon figure perched on my desk and started talking to me.
Now, you should know that I work at the headquarters of a toy company, but things like this don't usually happen. Yes, we'll have displays of toys out, but the office culture is dull, probably more than you'd expect considering we cater to children.
But the dragon. He was pacing along the edge of my desk, explaining how he escaped the dungeon below. It took all morning to reach my desk because he had forgotten how to fly. The poor thing had to crawl up four flights of stairs.
I was thinking, this dragon is delusional. And then I thought, I'm evaluating the mental state of a toy dragon.
I'm not one to judge here.