tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859932972602672224.post6063648179884487787..comments2024-03-27T20:47:44.536-06:00Comments on Random Thoughts by Mark Milliorn: Table for TwoMark Milliornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13604793462527896688noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859932972602672224.post-76484796155833271782014-09-15T13:14:45.676-06:002014-09-15T13:14:45.676-06:00My wife had a friend who told here a story like th...My wife had a friend who told here a story like this one once. It was about a guy who was hunting a deer. It was a long involved story complete with tension, excitement and more than a little pathos. It went on for 15 or 20 minutes. In the end the hunter is standing over the bleeding body of the magnificent 12 point buck, weeping because he has injured this brave and beautiful creature and as the story reaches its climax, the buck lifts his head and says, "That's alright. My typewriter won't work either." <br /><br />My wife is still trying to figure that story out and she's still mad at the friend who told it to her. This story is kind of like that. I figured it out finally. The pregnant girl stole the booth from the first couple, but I wasn't sure the guy who showed up later, apparently oblivious to what went on before wasn't Jack, but the pregnant girl's boyfriend. Deliberate pronoun obtusity is a sin punishable by thwacks on the knuckles. Please present yourself to the nearest convent and tell the sisters what you have done. They will be glad to administer punishment.Tom Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16700342512275624543noreply@blogger.com