One evening, my friend Francis and I were coming home from a long day out of town with our fellows. It was about two a.m. when we started the drive, and it was a two hour drive, so mostly his job was to keep me awake so we didn't crash and die.
This was several moons past, so I no longer recall the exact context of either of the following, so you will forgive me if I insert something comparably irrelevant. Please note that Francis is quite in the habit of stating things declaratively and argumentatively; it only makes it better.
Me: I always thought polecats were something like a large weasel.
Francis: Well, no, their feet are different.
Me: Different how?
Francis: A polecat's feet are kind of like... a compound fracture of the foot.
Pardon?
Turns out Francis had fallen asleep midsentence. Who knows what he was dreaming in between. It happened a couple more times on the drive, but none so dramatically as this:
Me: I like webcomics.
Francis: So, are you afraid that there will be too much peanut butter versus the jelly, or that the jelly is the wrong kind?
New goal in life: get Francis sleep deprived and semi-caffeinated more often, and have a tape recorder next time.
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