A remarkably Cambridge kitchen conversation
Sunny Californian flatmate: "Hey, how's the cold?"
Doug: "Mostly better. I've assigned my residual barking cough its own name and personality."
Flatmate: "What've you named it?"
Doug: "Ponzo the trained seal."
Flatmate: "Ponzo? Isn't that from Waiting for Godot?"
Doug: "Very possibly."
Flatmate: "As in Ponzo and Lucky, slave-owner and slave?"
Doug: "Which was the slave-owner again? Ponzo or Lucky?"
Flatmate: "Ponzo, which is totally appropriate in this case."
Doug coughs with a seal-like bark, then asks: "How so?"
Flatmate: "Because the cough totally owns you, not the other way around, my friend."
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
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