Title: Space Aliens

But why would space aliens spend all that effort crossing the galaxy just to come here?

Maybe they want slaves? In a kinky space alien kind of way.

Why would such a technologically advanced species want slaves like us? We can’t even get out of our own solar system.

Maybe they’re bored and it would amuse them to watch us stumble around in the dark.

Or maybe they want to steal all our resources?

The galaxy is made of resources. They could just go next door and borrow a cup.

Maybe we have the one thing they don’t have?

Imbeciles?

Water, I bet it’s water.

Water is just hydrogen and oxygen. Water is not that rare. Besides, ours is fulla oil now.

Okay, I give up. I don’t know why space aliens would bother to come visit us.

Maybe we should go visit them.

Road trip? Given the best technology we can think of, it would take hundreds of years to get anywhere.

But imagine how surprised they would be if we knocked on their door.

The look on their faces. Yes, that would be fun. “Where did YOU come from?”

“Hey ma, look, the space aliens are here!” “Ask them what they want.”

What would we want? If we ever did visit another planet fulla space aliens?

I think we’d mostly just want to get out and stretch. Before getting back in the spaceship to go home.

No souvenirs?

Oh sure, a postcard and some photos. Maybe a plastic statue of an alien that’s famous there, with seashells glued on it.

And t-shirts with witty alien slogans that won’t make a bit of sense when we get them back home.

And plush toy alien animals with googly eyes. Holding signs.

And a bumper sticker for the spaceship.

I miss the aliens already. With their quiet quaint ways.

We should visit more often.