coffee pot and cup pop out of nowhere upon the tray. The pot pours itself into the cup like a ghost is waiting on me.
I sip from the cup and notice sugar.
I offer the Tweedles a cup.
"No thank you!" They sound incomprehensibly stupid.
I tell them it's the best coffee I've ever had and make the joke that I was worried it would taste like blue jeans.
"But, what do those taste like?" They both ask.
"It was a joke." I tell them.
"We love jokes." They look at each other a little perplexed. "But, we didn't get yours. Perhaps you know some more?"
"No" I tell them, "That's the only one."
"What about the one where you wake up alone in an apartment that you can't leave?"
I try to tell them that's my favorite one, but instead I wake up in an apartment, by myself, and unable to leave.
I get up and take a shower. It's 8.30 and normally I would be going to work; but I can't today.
After dressing, I walk into the living room and sitting on the counter is a cup of espresso.
I know it's an Americano with just enough sugar and just the right temperature.
I turn on the TV.
They told me I could watch anything and I say "The Prisoner."
If they found the joke funny, they didn't show any sign as the TV lit up and the Prisoner resigns from British Intelligence.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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