Sunday, January 12, 2020
The other day I walked into the library. "Ouch!" I cried. "I should use the door."
Wait, let's start over.
The other day when I arrived at my job at the library one of my friendly co-workers, apparently just coming from a conversation that made the question relevant, asked me "Did you see that film yesterday?"
"What film yesterday?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Sue said she thinks you saw the movie yesterday." My co-worker explained without explaining anything.
"I don't understand. I don't think I saw any movies yesterday."
"No, the movie that's called Yesterday."
Which reminded me of how I was out at the desk a few days ago and I was talking with my co-worker partner and a young, early high school aged volunteer. I don't remember how, but "Who's on first" came up in passing. The young person got excited. Apparently he knew it really well and immediately rattled off "Who's on first, What's on second, I don't know's on third, Why is in left field..."
"Wait." I interrupted, confused "Who's on first?"
The kid looked taken aback. "Who's on first." He said like I'm not too bright.
"That's what I'm asking you." I replied. "I'm asking you who is on first?"
"Right" He said cautiously, vaguely confused and speaking slowly. "Who is on first."
Then someone came to the front desk of the library. I had to help them so our party broke up.
I actually have no idea whether we were performing the routine or doing it for real.