Dear readers, you would think I’d be used to it by now, wouldn’t you?
The conversations that make hairpin turns… twisting, flipping, and spinning… ending on the other side of the globe from where they started? Still they always catch me by surprise, and for that I am grateful. Because they never cease to elicit fits of laughter and eruptions of giggles.
Alice: (sitting on the edge of the tub, washing her hands) Maybe we should move the bathtub?
The Mama: To where?
Alice: Besides— Oh, nothing— (growls) What were we talking about anyway?
The Mama: The tub.
Alice: Oh yeah. Maybe we should move our tub upstairs to the other mini-room,* because I get kind of squashed in here.
Now, can you please politely get out of here? Now that we’re done with our conversation?
(The Mama exits)
* We have extraordinarily small bathrooms. Henceforth, I shall refer to them as “The Mini-rooms.”