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I daydreamed this conversation earlier. Thought I'd share...

me:
What is the distance from my knees to the ground?

them:
What is this, abstract poetry?

me:
It's a riddle.

them:
Okay.. Knees.. Begging... Pride... I'm going to say "a thousand miles"?

me:
Good guess.

them:
Eighteen inches?

me:
No.

them:
I give up.

me:
Three apples.

them:
I don't get it.

I guess you had to be there. Which.. would have been difficult.

Okay, go back to what you were doing.