Flubby Interjections at Westfield I was feeling pretty good today, running errands and such for my boss – I work as a personal assistant.  One such errand was picking up a refurbed macbook from the Apple store in my town which unfortunately is located adjacent to a Westfield mall.  The only people who go to the Westfield on a Friday at noon are teenagers skipping school and mayodumpsters who I guess either don’t have jobs or take long lunch breaks. Anyway, I was feeling pretty good as I B-lined across the lot, and then as I walked around a civic in the pickup lane I heard it: “WAWRGFLARBLE!” a guttural, flubby expression of pain.  As I turned my head to investigate I was already regretting that that sound in all likelihood had not been recorded, as it could easily have been the beetusmonster version of the Wilhelm Scream. One look told the whole story and I burst out laughing.   Mayo man and his two small fat friends were too tired from walking from the curb to Wokano(Think the Chile’s of Chinese food except way more overpriced and somehow even more caloric) and back.  Clearly the answer was to send the fourth person in their group, a slightly neck-beardy but more or less human looking individual to get the car. The effort required for this 400+ pound mayo man to lump into the passenger seat of the civic was too much, so he decided to set up base camp and rest as both sitting down and swinging the legs in is just too hard.  One of the small fats who was helping him failed to notice this and slammed the door on his legs, resulting in the aforementioned sound.  I like to think that it was because she was staring wistfully in my direction as I approached but I have no idea, smallfats are almost invisible to me.  I didn’t stop to see if they noticed me laughing or not, but it was the high point of my day so far.   I did hear flubby whine a bit as its cohorts wheezed out sympathetic apologies.