Night was falling—it landed right on top of me. I have a hollow head, so the echo is deafening.

Lightning streaked across the sky and I hollered, “Don’t look Ethel.” But it was too late, she’d already been thundered.

I picked up my broom and started sweeping the country. Boy was it dirty. In the process, I held up a bank. I had to sweep under it. I was doing some light shoplifting, but my arms were getting tired so I set them down. One shopper told me she had just graduated from college. “Really I asked, “From where did you graduate?”

“UCLA,” she said.
“No I haven’t, is it nice.”
“I graduated from there.”
“Oh really, where?”
“I just told you, UCLA!”
“And I just told you, No, I have NOT seen LA”

This conversation was going nowhere.