Eyes Down (or... Where's That Black Rectangle When You Need It?)

(Or... Thanks For Nothing, Britney)


E: So, you know SW? The guy who comes to Dinner on a tractor?

Me: Yeah.

E: He come over for a visit the other day.

Me: Nice.

E: He was wearing a mini-skirt.

Me: (processing mental image of tall portly balding guy in a miniskirt) Really?

E: Yeah.

Me: (adjusting parameters yet again) Wow. OK. I guess. Can't picture him in a miniskirt. But, OK...

(brief silence for further processing)

Me: Just tell me...

E: What?

Me: He wasn't driving the tractor, was he?

E: No.

Me: 'Cause I can deal with the miniskirt, just not while driving a tractor.

E: No, he had a big black car.

Me: (relieved silence, while retouching mental image) Good.

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