grasp on reality...slipping!
I daydreamed this conversation earlier. Thought I'd share...
Okay, go back to what you were doing.
- 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.
Okay, go back to what you were doing.