I was out in the yard, mowing grass, and met the new neighbor. We got to talking, and he tells me that he is a professor of logic.
“Logic, I guess that’s a good thing, but at a college level?”
He says, “well, it’s the study of reasoning, blah blah blah…” He can tell that I’m not following, because my eyes are following a squirrel running up the tree, so he says, “Ok, it’s like this… you have a trampoline and a pool?”“Yeh, right over there.”
“So, you have kids?”
“Yeh… well they are grown. But, yeh.”
“So you’re married?”
“Yeh, of course.”
“So like, having a trampoline makes you more likely to be heterosexual.”
It was enlightening, I had never thought of it like that, but he went on to explain that, that was just like a simplification of blah blah blah…
But then, several weeks later, I’m out walking the dog, smoking a cigar, and one of the old gossip women of the neighborhood drives up and starts asking questions about the new guy. She asks if I had met him. what was he like? What does he do?
I really don’t like to get into my neighbor’s business, especially to this woman. But, I’m not good with remembering names, or much of what he said about himself, but I just looked over into his yard, took a draw off my cigar, and noticed… So I said, “Well, I can’t remember his name, but he doesn’t have a trampoline, so he’s a homosexual.”
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