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October 6, 2006

David: True Story

“So, there are no tracks around him anywhere?”

“Nope,” Dad replied.

“Did… the wind blow them away?”

“Nope,” he repeated.

“He’s got a ring on his finger. Why?” my brother wondered.

“He’s married? A married hiker? It explains the backpack.”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with his lying dead in the middle of the desert?”

“Beats me. Maybe his wife killed him, dumped him here, and erased her tracks as she left.” I looked at Dad. He shook his head.

“We don’t have enough information,” I concluded erroneously. “Let’s think about the guy in the elevator again.”

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Comments

Okay, maybe I missed something about the elevator.

Posted by: Laurence Simon at October 6, 2006 2:45 PM · Permalink

Ha!

Posted by: Stacy at October 6, 2006 3:04 PM · Permalink

I'm referring to two different brain teasers my dad sprung on us when we were kids. The elevator has nothing to do with the guy in the desert.

I coulda phrased the relevant sentence better, though.

Posted by: David at October 6, 2006 4:04 PM · Permalink

I saw the first line and knew where you were going...thanks.

However, you stole my story.

Posted by: Ted Bronson at October 6, 2006 4:49 PM · Permalink

What, did you think I wouldn't recognize the source? Dude, I still specifically remember that night.

Write faster next time.

Posted by: David at October 6, 2006 5:25 PM · Permalink