I've been up for a couple hours, had a couple cups of coffee, and I'm ready to interact with another human being. I call Oz. "Good morning. How are you?"
"I am the same." A keyboard clicks underneath his voice.
"How can that be? I thought the only constant was change."
"The only constants are change and Oz." More clicking. If I thought he had a Geiger counter, I'd be worried.
"It's nice to know there's something I can depend on."
"And how are you?"
"I am doing homework." I tap my pencil on my notebook.
"Oh, there's another constant."
100 words | April 22, 2005 08:35 PM | Real true story