How'd that get there?

There’s a game I like to play with myself called (as the title of this post may suggest), “How’d that get there!?!” It is a game I have a hard time getting away from. See, there is an imagination spectrum, and most people fall somewhere between creative-when-they-need-to-be and functionally logical. I am, and much prefer those who are also, on the opposite side, the completely bonkers side. For example… this can be played in normal situations: I was going through security at o’hare the other day, and I placed my computer and my shoes in a bin. After going through the beepy thing, I went to grab my possessions, and saw that only ONE shoe was in the tray. After a bit of carrying on, and thinking about how I was going to get home with one shoe (and how much I really like my shoes…), I noticed my missing shoe in the tray of another gentleman, two trays behind mine on the belt. Now, how’d that GET there??! Logical: While going down the conveyor belt, the shoe was jostled and fell into the tray behind it. That particular tray was full, so the shoe was bumped to the next available tray. Unlikely, but a bit more creative: The TSA fellow likes to meddle in the affairs of unsuspecting passengers. The reason I sometimes find my lipstick missing two days after flying is because Johnny placed it into the briefcase of the man behind me. His wife is calling for a divorce. Bonkers: Gremlins. Big shoe-eating gremilins who live inside of the tsa cameras, and swoop down whenever they see ballet flats. Eat them right up. This particular ballet flat, however, didn’t quite agree with this particular gremlin’s gremliny digestive track, so he pooped it out right after eating it whole. At this time, another tray happened to be directly under his gremliny behind. Gremlins, of course, have no bodily fluids, so most of what they poop out is about as clean as it was when it went in. Sometimes cleaner. This can also be played in hypothetical situations. Or used to screen potential friends: For example: A piece of iceberg lettuce is resting gently on the top of the chimney of a three-story house? How’d THAT get there!!? Logical (aka someone I would choose to work with on a project of great importance, but would not invite out for a beer afterwards): Was it windy? Perhaps someone was eating a salad nearby and an updraft took a piece? Creative (but slightly boring): The family that lives in the house was having a rooftop picnic to watch some kind of parade? The menu included some kind of salad? Bonkers (aka new best friend/soulmate): This didn’t happen on July 13th did it? Because if it did that would make perfect sense, as that is the day The great Marthilda returns. Marthilda, the 4-story tall Lady of the Bluebirds, who parades through the boulevards, amassing a great coat of bluebirds, as all flock to attach themselves to her. Marthilda, with her wig entirely made of iceberg lettuce, must have bumped into a lightpole, knocking loose one small piece, which fell to rest on a nearby chimney.