When A Man Lacks A Dragon

The conversations that can be heard over the cubicle walls in the morning are sometimes a bit louder and more joyful than those that occur later in the day, people having not yet settled themselves down to their work.  There was one such conversation taking place this morning down the hallway.  A young recent college graduate was talking to a couple of the more middle-aged men in the group.

She apparently expressed her wish to see “How To Train Your Dragon II” this weekend.  One of the men, who prides himself in being obstinate and contrary, loudly questioned her sanity for wanting to see a sequel to a children’s movie, obviously believing that the only reason grown adults see such cartoons is because they are dragged there by their children.  This, being a sequel, was even less likely to be worth viewing.

“But I loved the first movie!” she exclaimed.  “Haven’t you seen it?!”

“No, I haven’t.”

“You haven’t seen How To Train Your Dragon?!”

“No, I haven’t because I don’t have a dragon so why would I need to know how to train one?”

I contemplated standing up (on my tippy toes or no one would see me over the cubicle wall) and supporting her claims that the movie was worth seeing.  I heard the other two men reluctantly confirming her assessment of the movie (having, indeed, likely only seen it because they had children of the appropriate age).  I felt it perhaps wise to not get derailed within minutes of arriving at work so let it be.

As the conversation continued, another woman poked her head in my doorway laughing and shaking her head.

“Conversation annoying you, is it?” I asked with a smile, knowing that the conversations often did since this particular coworker is easily irritated by even the most minute sounds.

“Yes, but…” she shook her head, laughing.  “But… just because this friend of mine… she… she put this thought in my head concerning the title of that movie… and now!  Now… I can’t hear it without thinking about that.”

Not being a person good at picking up on innuendo, I nevertheless reasonably guessed what that thought likely encompassed and started chuckling myself.

“So…” she continued, “when he said… ‘I don’t have a dragon‘…”  She dragged out that last word and raised her eyebrows to provide more emphasis.

By now I was fully laughing with her.  The conversation down the hall was full of laughter but now my cubicle was as well.  She returned to hers in short order and I returned to my work.  But now we were primed to hear every remark in the movie conversation in a much different light and I wondered… if the people down the hall heard us… whether they wondered what exactly we were finding so funny, each in our own separate cubicles.

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4 thoughts on “When A Man Lacks A Dragon

  1. Not related to the innuendo portion of this post, but I’m excited for this movie! I’ve contemplated writing a post about this based on one of my coworkers, whose wife lost both her lower legs after an accident a few years ago. He explained that when she watched it, she cried at how Toothless was just like her. And then, later in the movie, she really bawled. I’m sniffling again just recalling the exchange.

    (Some say representation isn’t important, but I think it’s the people being represented who get to decide what is or is not important to them.)

    • My kids went to see it this weekend with their grandpa and loved it! They cried and I took a guess at why. My daughter seemed surprised that I guessed it but I told her to be quiet and not spoil anything but then grandpa came in and did just that. *sigh* Oh, well.

      Very, very, *very* good point about representation. I think you are spot on!

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