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Wow. That was like Samuel Beckett meets Abbott & Costello and Laurel and Hardy.
"Thanks."
"Who's the kid?"
"Which kid?"
"The kid you wrote about on Friday."
"Hmm?"
"Is it the same kid who sent the letter?"
"Which? Who? Wait, what are you talking about?"
"Hmm?"
"'My mind is a sieve.' Pip used to say that."
"Who?"
"Pip."
"What?"
"My mind is a sieve."
"Who said that?"
"Pip."
"What did she say?"
"My mind is a sieve."
"Who?"
"Pip."
"What did she say?"
"My mind is a sieve."
"Hmm?"
"My mind is a... Oh."
"Well, we could go on like this all day."