Me: That’s terrible.
Paul S: But applicable!
Me: It’s a terrible, awful joke. (Pause.) That was strangely applicable to the conversation.*
Weirdly enough, this conversation had nothing at all to do with my rant about dwarves yesterday and rather more to do with the fact that I received a package that said, Instant Rockstars! on the side. I hadn’t ordered any rockstars, and I was pretty sure I knew what was inside but I kept putting off opening it. I mean, who knew? Until I actually opened it the box was Schrödinger’s cat. It could be rockstars, it could be what I thought I ordered, or something else entirely. All of the above or none!
At which point Paul said, I don’t think it’s big enough for a nun. Maybe a dwarf nun…
And this post has become completely recursive, because that’s when he told the joke.
* I’m not going to tell it. If you really want to know, I’m sure you can google it. It’s about the seven dwarfs and nuns.