I was standing in the vegetables
section of the local supermarket looking lovingly at organic yogurt
and celry when I just happened to notice a very tall and
correspondingly plump lady bending down at the chocolate milk and
doughnuts section that I never venture into myself. I noticed her
because as she bent over her shirt rose up over her middle and
exposed across her arse a large tattoo in Latin:
Cogito egro sum. Being that the
vegetables were dangerously close to the chocolate milk for no good reason,
therefore she and me being close too, I abruptly asked her if she
speaks Latin. She looked at me bewildered. She said, “....” [Which I thought sounded very much like "Duh?"] So I
said, “I saw your tattoo.” Then she said, “Oh.” And that lead
me to say, “It's why I asked you if you speak Latin.” So she
said, “You saw my tattoo and that's why you asked if I speak
Latin.” Well. What a clever lady. That's why I said, “I like '
cogito'
better without the 'g'. She said, “....” I responded, because she
was speaking wordlessly, “
Coito ergo sum.” “....” she said,
continuing with, “I really like his way of knowing himself and how
it kind of expands his personal universe, you know?” Oh, do I ever,
I didn't say. She said some other words. I said, “Without the 'g'
it's '
Coito ergo sum'. It means, 'I have sexual intercourse,
therefore I am'.”
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