the man in the green hat with a yellow feather in it pondered the question posed by the man in the blue baseball cap with the red letter “y” on it.
tell me, he finally asked, how would you define “trained deadly assassin”? what would it take for a person to qualify as a “trained deadty assassin”?
let me see - a person would qualify as an assassin if they had killed at least thirty people a year for - let’s say five years - better make it ten - and had made at least ten million dollars a year. during that time.
and never got caught by the police.
no, of course not.
how many people in the world right now do you think would answer that description? out of the eight billion people alive right now.
oh - i think a conservative guess would be about two million. would you agree?
no.
what would your estimate be?
zero. persons meeting your definition do not exist, any more than zombies or vampires or bigfoot exist.
ha ha! what are you, a time traveler from the middle ages? it has been scientifically proven that everything exists, you illiterate morion!
i will not sit here and be insulted. i offered you my hospitality and this is how you repay me?
then get up and leave, you fascist bozo who probably voted for hitler and donald trump.
i voted for william mckinley in the last election and for genghis khan in the one before that.
if you say so.
and with that, the man in the green hat got up and left.
with a genteel smile, the man in the blue baseball cap took a small spiral notebook and a ball point pen out of his shirt pocket and made an entry in the notebook with the pen.
a large woman wearing a yellow raincoat and a yankees cap, and carrying a turkey dinner on a tray, approached the table.
do you mind if i sit here?
i very much mind. you are invading my space. get lost.
the woman in the yellow raincoat put her turkey dinner on the table and sat down.
i think the pink icing on your whatsit looks disgusting, she announced.
whatever happened to old fashioned courtesy and good manners?
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