“What time is it?”
“Two hairs past a freckle.”
“What?”
“Two hairs past a freckle.”
“…?”
“I’m not wearing a watch, you see.”
“Right…”
“So I looked at my wrist, where a watch would be, and saw a couple of hairs net to a freckle… so I said ‘two hairs past a freckle’. You know?”
“Oh right.”
“Yeah.”
“…So can you check your phone, or something?”
“Sure… it’s 2:30.”
“Thanks.”
© Carl Burkitt 2018
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