Just Trying to Help
I was sitting incognito on the beach when a cry went up from a woman holding a distraught baby. “Help, he’s lost his stuffie.”
Nobody cared.
I went over, keeping my sun hat low. “What happened?”
“It’s his favorite toy, an alligator. He’ll be crushed.”
Fine, I’d help. I took off the hat. “Help! I lost my kid’s stuffed alligator,” I shouted.
People looked.
People recognized me.
People swarmed.
Suddenly everyone was looking for the alligator, but it never appeared . . . until I saw it later on Ebay for $400, listed as mine.
I really need to stop trying to help.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Nobody cared. I laughed out loud at that line, David. Funny and clever take.
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I love the photo. Makes you want to hop a flight to Palm Beach. Even in jest, don’t ever stop trying to help. I lost my favorite stuffie on the Staten Island Ferry, Poophead Smith never to be seen again. And I’m still not over it. Maybe he’s on eBay. I’ll have a look. 🙂
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Oh the irony!
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I can picture exactly this happening!
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More like, help yourself.
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