It was 7:58 in the morning. I was stopped in traffic, slowly making my way to work. My eyes turned left, only to see a Knight locked out of his house. At 7:58 in the morning. Why not?
Grabbing my cell phone, I took two quick shots. This particular Knight was attempting to open the door of his castle. He fussed with the lock, got frustrated and began to pace. However, being the brave Knight that he was, he came back for another shot. Still no luck.
It was then that I had to move on.
I chuckled about this bizarre scene for the rest of the day. Was this guy coming in from a “knight” on the town? Was his Lady angry with him, changing the locks before dawn? Or had he traveled forward in time to the year 2014, only to be challenged by our modern door keys?
Furthermore, did he leave the house as a Knight the evening before? Or did he wake in a drunken stupor only to find himself dressed in this gear. Had he been to The Round Table Strip Club, hoping to get Ye Old Lap Dance? Or had he been partying all night with the local King Arthur Reenactment Club.
My amusement was completely realized when I noticed that this Knight was truly a throw back to the great Monty Python era. Because there, just below him, was a shrubbery.