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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When my grandson was little, my wife took him shopping and he dropped his favorite stuffie in the store. When my wife went back to look for it, she was told another family came along, picked it up, and left (not even bothering to turn it in).
The stuffie wasn’t common but my wife finally found it on eBay. She told my grandson that his stuffie had gone on holiday and would be back soon. When the duplicate arrived in the mail, it stank of cigarette smoke. My wife worked diligently until she eradicated every last hint of the scent, then presented it back to our grandson.
He’s sixteen now and still has no idea what happened. The stuffie has long since been retired along with the others he’s owned, but they still reside in a place of honor.
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Isn’t tat just he way of the world
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