On a rain soaked evening, entering the bus terminal building, I wasn’t surprised to see things wrapped in plastic. In fact, I would have been more surprised not to see them. In my case, I had my library book (W.O. Mitchell’s Roses are Difficult Here) safely sealed in a ziploc bag inside my backpack. The book doesn’t belong to me and I want other people to enjoy it as well.
The shape struck me as odd from the outset.. A stroller was my first thought. That was a dangerous first thought because the plastic seemed to really encase the object. Worries of suffocation moved my feet closer. I was suitably relieved when I realized that I had been wrong.
The object was big. It was certainly bigger than the woman it sat perched in front of. In fact, though it wasn’t bigger than me, I certainly didn’t dwarf it. The plastic was more on the opaque side of translucent, making me wonder if I would ever understand what it was.
Once I spotted the colours, I knew what it was. It was obviously a gift. Probably for a child, or the gamer in her life. The woman had a large…no, that really doesn’t describe it…huge Mario (of Donkey Kong fame) in the bag. Seriously, now I understand why they called it Super Mario.