“The isometric quality of intersecting equilateral angles presents an apex of which, when used as a base, lacks sufficient balance to function as a sturdy foundation.”
The barista walks over to refill my cup. “Is he all right.”
“He said, ‘You can’t stand a triangle on its point.’”
She gestures with the pot. “Need a warm-up?” she asks him.
“An increase in the quantitative portion to elevate the thermogenic property would be appreciably registered.”
The barista looks at me.
“He said, ‘Yes, thank you.’”
“Do you think his mouth hurts when he talks?”
I laugh. “No, but I’d bet he loses a brain cell with every syllable.”
She laughs. “I would think he’d knock out a tooth.”
“Probably has a great dentist to keep his pearly whites clean and straight.”
“Does he always talk like this?”
“He’s in training.”
“For what?”
“Positional placement within a governmental constituency effected by the electoral selection process.”
The barista looks quizzical, so again I translate. “He said he’s ‘running for office next election.’”
She smacks her palm gently upon her forehead. “Now I get it. For President?”
“No point in that. He wants to be one of those guys who gets kickbacks from the lobbyists.”
“And he’s learning how to cover his tracks.”
“You got it.”
“Does it bother him that we talk about him in front of his face?”
I laugh. “No. He’s not really listening.”
*laughing*
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