“Microwaves, eh?”
“What’s that?”
“They always heat things so unevenly.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess
so.”
“Sometimes I heat up my lunch and it’s only hot on the top.”
“I see.”
“And then other times it’s boiling on the bottom and cold on
top. Weird, eh?”
“Yeah.”
Brief silence.
“I thought I heard a Welsh maiden of a departed age
whispering in my ear through the mists of time this morning, but it turned out
it was just the baby I keep wombed in my desk drawer.”
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