A Bushman in the desert encounters [a Coke bottle] for the first time. He takes it back to his people, and they use it for many tasks. The people start to fight over it, so he decides to return it to the God–where he thinks it came from.
That is the plot summary for the 1980 comedy “The Gods Must Be Crazy” on IMDB.
That is also what happened this morning in our kitchen.
…What the? I said to myself hearing a commotion from the other side of the island. I’d been mechanically unloading groceries, fruit, veggies, freezer, pantry, when the unmistakable crinkling of plastic bags filled the room.
It was you, Baby Boy. You’d lugged a bag over to the corner. You tore it open and discovered its contents: Club Soda.
Your sister came over. She had a look, too. After a brief struggle she took her discovery off to the other side to examine it closer.
We were all so quiet. So busy. And then, you figured it out.
At times it will seem like life doesn’t make any sense, especially when bad things happen to good people. The Gods, they must be crazy!
They might be crazy, but imagine being born knowing everything from day one. I mean everything, even that orange juice tastes bad after you brush your teeth. How different would life be then? How boring? What would we do all day, us smarty pants, we wouldn’t even be able to debate molecular physics; there’d be no point of the Big Bang Theory, no need for theories when all you have is fact…
Being able to learn is a gift, babies.
We can at least thank those crazy ass gods for that.