The Drum that plays itself.

We were headed north for Canada, when we stopped along the road.

You saw a street-side vendor and asked if I would pull over.

I did.

The man operating the kiosk was tall and thin and said his name was Norgie.

I didn't believe him.

You picked through thises-and-thats for more than half an hour.

I waited by the car.

We weren't in a hurry, but I still felt incredibly inconvenienced.

When you had finished, you approached the car from behind.

Thump.

"Did you get anything?" I asked when I realized you were there.

You did. Thump -- Thump.

"It's a drum that plays itself." You said, looking rather amused with your purchase.

"The only thing is..."

Thump.

ThumpThump.

ThumpThump -- Thump. Thump.

"...It can't keep time"

"Hmm..." was all I could manage.

The drum that plays itself played itself, off beat and out-of-tune, all the way to Canada.

You always buy the most useless shit.