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I Had Disconcerted Him Somehow This morning I was stopped on the street by a man carrying a newspaper. "Is this the first time you've delivered on a Sunday?" he asked. "Eh - what?" "You never used to deliver on Sundays." I looked closely at him. He had round, bulging eyes and a t-shirt stretched tightly over his belly, which bulged as much as his eyes did. "It's Saturday, sir." His head began to shake. "What?" "Saturday. Today is Saturday." He looked at his newspaper. "It can't be!" "I'm afraid it is." He shot me a venomous look, then turned and trotted off up the street, muttering "It can't be!" and glancing now and again at his paper. [previous] |