This piece was written for the weekly photo prompt from the Unicorn Challenge.

Are you comfortable, Mr. Bean?
Yes, thank you.
Before we start, a little housekeeping. Can you please use the coaster provided for your water glass. The rings are difficult to wipe off.
Sorry, I’m a bit nervous.
That’s fine. You’ll remember next time.
Yes.
Then let’s begin. Why have you brought a blunderbuss, a hat and blue glasses with you today?
They’re evidence.
Of what?
My ebaylia.
Sorry, what condition is that?
It’s the term used for Ebay addicts. I read about it on the internet.
Ah, Dr. Google strikes again. So you have a compulsion to buy things on Ebay?
Useless things. That’s the problem.
Can you tell me why?
It’s embarrassing.
Alright, why don’t you tell that imaginary person in the empty chair, so you don’t have to look at me.
Who should I imagine?
Someone with whom you would share an intimate secret.
I don’t have anyone like that. Can it be my teddy?
If that helps.
Alright then. Teddy, I’m an ebayliac. I have this addiction to buying useless things on Ebay. I bought a hat, when I hate hats. I bought some blue glasses, when I already knew they didn’t work. And lastly, a blunderbuss thingy, when I hate guns. I tell people that I don’t know why but I do. They’re symbolic of my own uselessness and lack of worth.
Excellent, Mr. Bean. I’m glad we got to the bottom of your problem so quickly. You can pay the receptionist on the way out.
Teddy is the most reliable character here!
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Indeed 🙂
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Hi Doug! You came up in my reader! Surprise! and I am making a comment in that little slot instead of right on your blog page which was all but impossible to do. Now I’m trying to remember your story. Kidding! It is really funny! No kidding!
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Excellent news all round. 🙂
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I have heard the word blunderbuss but never knew what it meant. Now I do. So you see, some good came from your ebayitis!!
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My stories are nothing if not educational. 🙂
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Hahaha!
I keep picturing Mr. Bean and his teddy!
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So is that called an eye worm.? 🙂
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Ew, God!
Thanks for THAT lovely image!
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I think I sold all those things on eBay! Nice to know they went to a good home. 🙂
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I see. Feeding addicts’ habits. Shame on you. 🙂
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The last words the therapist said was ‘and just what is the point you’re aiming to make with the blunderbu-‘
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In a saner world, probably. 😉
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You point out a growing phenomenon in your humorous style
Another enjoyable piece. Thanks Doug
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Thank you for reading and enjoying.
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Laughing (as usual).
I guess one man’s Saturday night outfit is another man’s useless things!
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Great take-off of the therapy process.
I particularly like Doctor Fraud.
We used to have grannies, now we have psychiatrists!
Anyway, as ever, I’m still laughing here.
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So funny. Well done.
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This was hilarious! Everything about it was funny and I liked the irony with Dr. Fraud’s royal ‘we’ at the end.
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Thank you, Michael
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If only he’d confided in Teddy before now. Could have saved himself some money. Fun dialogue; I’m a big Mr Bean fan, and I can just imagine him in this scene. Dr Fraud! Great name.
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Bean and gone in minutes! Most amusing, Doug!
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You couldn’t have written a better picture for that story! How else would you get those items together in one place, with droplets of water on the table and a partially hidden coaster under the hat? Then, to weave all those objects into one story is brilliant. I can’t say I care for Dr. Freud’s sparse office furnishings. They couldn’t be very comfortable for recalling your dreams or any other workings of your inner psyche. Great story. I think my addiction is Amazonitis. 🙂
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Thanks, Marsha. Of course, they were the furnishings of Dr. Fraud, not Dr. Freud. 🙂 My addictions would exceed the 250 word limit. 😉
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I missed that – too little of a screen, too much dyslexia! That makes the story even better! 🙂 You and Hugh both write very memorable stories. 🙂
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