Yesterday I joined a listserv where I know one of the members—or more correctly, know who he is—although he doesn’t know me. I mentioned in my subscription email that I’d joined the list because I wanted to grab a couple of articles this guy had written, to which the listowner responded, “Oh, how do you know <name>?” I replied that it was a roundabout tale, but if she wanted to know she could ask him to explain about Canterbury and the Blue Book, because I’d dropped his jaw with that bit, at a Mensa Regional Gathering several years ago. (The original story is nearly thirty years old, by now.) Today he posted to the list, and I quote, “OMG. <jaw drops again> [THUD.]”
::cackles evilly::
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