We get donations on a daily basis to the salvation army, but much of it tends to be clothing, bedding etc. Today in among the clothing were two dolls. They were priced up and then placed into our storage box but as there were so many people around we were unable to really welcome them.
Once it was safe to talk we began introductions. The female doll is very attractive with brown hair, wearing a long yellow dress and has all her limbs intact, she goes by the name Elf (which in my opinion is a stupid name but that’s by the by.) She was most indignant at being donated to somewhere as low as a charity shop and immediately began shouting at her male companion that it was his fault they had been ‘thrown out’ because his looks were fading and he had lost his right shoe…
The male counterpart – a sullen looking doll with unusual proportions and a mop of dark remained quiet while this barrage was hurled at him, and we all sat round looking a bit awkward because I don’t think we’d ever encountered someone quite so uptight or demanding. Eventually a couple of the other female dolls attempted to calm her down and offered to show her around, it didn’t go down very well but she did amble off while the rest of us breathed a sigh of relief.
“So… I’m Danny… “ I said breaking the very awkward silence. The male doll was sat on a building block staring at his feet (probably lamenting his lost right shoe), looked up in acknowledgment and just said “Dave.” Everyone sat in silence letting the atmosphere get thicker and thicker until Doug piped up
“Well is that your missus? She’s a bit highly strung if you ask me mate.”
I was mortified. He really knows when to pick his moments! No one knew what to do or say but Dave didn’t even flinch, just sat staring at his foot until everyone started shuffling away as quietly as possible, and after what seemed like an eternity Dave replied “yeah she is.”
I got fed up of the fact he was really bringing me down and wandered off, I cant see that Elf and Dave are going to be much fun around here . I could hear Elf questioning the dolls about why their hair was messy, why they had mismatched clothing on, why one of their legs had bite marks on it, (she really doesn’t pull her punches.) I felt sorry for the dolls, they were just trying to make her feel welcome and she was ripping them to shreds.
I’ve already decided to stay well away before she questions why my arm doesn’t move.
Well everyone seems quite settled now and all is quiet here so I think I’m going to go and find a comfy spot for the night.