As an alien visitor to this place, I needed to get rid of an old chest I’d been carrying around for far too long, so I tried giving it away for free. I found talking difficult, and I wasn’t sure anyone understood me.
“Sorry, we’re just closing.”
“But I’d like to donate this.”
“Is it broken?”
“I just can’t get it work. I figure someone else might make better use of it.”
“But it’s yours. Doesn’t it have sentimental value?”
“It’s pretty empty.”
“So why would we want it?”
“Because it’s pretty when it’s empty. You’re a charity, right?”
“We are, but I think you might be better off going to a hospital.”
I couldn’t be bothered with the walk, so I lay down outside the British Heart Embassy, hoping they might find the manufacturer and send the antique inside the chest for repair.
My head felt better.