It was a beautiful day, with the sun setting slowly below the horizon. Unfortunately there weren’t a lot of people out today, but Alex did not mind, he enjoyed the tranquillity. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After all it wasn’t every day you got to enjoy such a great day with the girl you fancied.
Alex sat on his car bonnet with Daisy sitting besides him, with her head gently resting on his shoulder. They were softly discussing about their plans for the holiday. Not long after, Alex spotted one guy who seemed to be drunk, walking side to side and talking to himself. He handed the popcorn to daisy and told her to enjoy.
The guy stopped at the lamppost and stood there quietly. Daisy did not know what was going on and was about to ask Alex, but then the guy started to speak. At first Daisy did not understand who he was speaking to, nor did she understand him.
As soon as his voice became clear, as well as louder, it was apparent that the guy was speaking to the lamp post.
“Oh my gosh! How drunk is he?” asked Daisy. Alex had a wide grin on his face and was just about to tell her to keep on watching, but before he could, the drunk man started to swing his fist at the lamppost. Bang. Bang. “Ouch!”
The drunk man seemed deflated and started to walk away, several steps later he roared and charged at the lamppost. Bang! It was such a great rugby tackle, Alex thought the lamppost might actually be dented. “That was something new” Alex laughed out.
“This is not funny, the guy could seriously hurt himself” Daisy responded with her eyes on the guy, “and what do you mean that was something new?”.
The drunk man stumbled to his feet, nursing his right shoulder. He glared at the top of the lamppost at that bright yellowish light and roared once again. “I have seen him do this every Sunday night for the past month” Alex explained.
The man slowly walked up to the lamppost and started to head-butt it with significant power. Bang! Bang! Bang!
“”Oh my god! And you never thought of stopping it?” Daisy asked sounding exasperated.
“No, not really. The lamppost always seems to come out fine… usually”
The light went off. Wild howls and sounds of celebrations could be herd coming from the drunk man.