sarah looked out the window while travis read his book.
look, there is a man sitting on the sidewalk outside.
you mean he is not sitting on the sidewalk inside?
your literal-mindedness gets more tiresome with every passsing decade.
duly noted, travis replied, without looking up from his book.
he looks so sad - i wonder what his problem is.
you can see the expression on his face from here?
i can tell from his body language, sarah replied confidently.
why don’t you go out and engage him in conversation?
that is a good idea - i will do just that.
take your phone or your notebook - and take good notes.
but sarah was out the door before the parting shot.
good morning, my name is sarah , what might yours be?
it might be many different things, thank you for asking.
you sound just like my husband, sarah replied somewhat disappointedly.
is that a compliment - is your husband a nice person?
forget him - i came out here to talk to you.
if i may ask, in some official or semi-official capacity?
no, in a happy spirit of sincere friendship and enquiry.
i think those are two different spirits - friendship and enquiry.
tell me, what is in your briefcase, sarrah changed the subject.
why would you want to know that? the man asked.
a history of the world - ir maybe a groundbreaking novel?
no, just some socks and underwear, if you must know,
you can get the best socks at goodwill, he aded.
but for underwear you should go to the salvation army.
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