Me: ” … it was absolutely terrible.”
Him: “What’s the difference between absolutely terrible and relatively terrible?”
Me: “Well, relatively terrible is something that is being gauged on other experiences while absolutely terrible means there is no doubt or wiggle-room: the item in question is terrible no matter what you compare it to; its terribleness is absolute.”
Him: “Sounds like my first wife.”
My thoughts are interrupted as I mount the sidewalk near my work. What is that sound?
Someone hauling a plastic tarpaulin in through the window of a nearby brick building with a series of sharp tugs?
The rasping chuff of a poorly maintained street-sweeper?
Mutant thugs dragging an incapacitated robot into a darkened alleyway for some unknown, yet undoubtedly grim, and filthy purpose?
I turn my head to look – 30 feet away a small, black, Scottish terrier is sneezing repeatedly.
I’m walking down the sidewalk, a purple anodized, aluminum yo-yo shooting out and ahead of me from my right hand at regular intervals.
A passing woman stops to stare at me, a smile breaking across her face. “I haven’t seen a yo-yo in years” she exclaims.
“Is that nice?” I ask.
I like your doodle. : )
Pervert.