Stories From The Head

The Latent Bag Of Juice “There are two questions that immediately arise in my head:”, said the chairman at the patent office, “First, I want to ask why it has to be a bag that contains the juice. The other question I do not seem to be able to find an answer to, is the topic concerning the bag’s latency. Or, if you wish, the juice’s latency.” Kuppandrom heard the chairman, but said nothing. After a few minutes of silence, Kuppandrom started laughing, turning his wheelchair to the chairman, or Hasard, as his (Kuppandrom’s) mother tended to call him, so that he could see Kuppandrom’s face. Kuppandrom got up from the wheelchair (he just could not think of more comfortable furniture than a wheelchiar, but, as wheelchiars where non-existent, (“wheelchiar” was a word invented by Kuppandrom himself) he had to settle for an ordinary, boring, existing wheelchair). Kuppandrom started walking up and down along the chairman’s desk, saying “You are so young, so young, little man...You are so young, so young, big man... You are so young, so young, little man...You are so young, so young, big man... You are so young, so young, little man...You are so young, so young, big man...” “Please get out!”, said the chairman. “OK, I’m leaving!”, said Kuppandrom and, leaving his wheelchair, left the room. But what the chairman could not see, was that Kuppandrom had a big smile on his face, a REALLY big smile...

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