Megspot

I went to the park today. A young couple were watching their son on the swing, and having what looked like an interesting conversation, so of course, I eavesdropped.

“That’s a tree?” the man said.

“Yeah it’s a tree,” she said.

“No way. I mean, what the fuck?”

“I think they’re aerial roots.”

“Meaning it can root something that lives in the air?”

“No, meaning it sprouts… or something. Do you have to make something rude out of everything you see?”

“Are you shitting me? Are we looking at the same thing?”

“We’re in a playground. Try not to swear.”

“Sure, sorry,” he said, looking slightly abashed. “Just looks a bit rude though, don’t you think?”

There was silence for a few moments and he continued to stare upward.

He nudged her, smiling. “You think all the birds like to sit there?”

“Jesus,” she said, turning to him with a half-smile playing on her lips. “Just stop now before you go too far.”

“Don’t worry. It’s just a tree, right?” he said.

After a few minutes of silence, he nudged her again, smiling. “You think it’s got wood?”

She shook her head slowly. “It’s a tree, Joe.”

“You can deny it all you like, but that aint no tree like I’ve ever seen.”

She ignored him and walked toward her son, who was oblivious to his parents conversation and now playing on the see-saw.

When the man saw me taking this photo, he smiled. “Dong Tree, am I right?”

“Aint like no dong I’ve ever seen,” I said.