I was in my local bar last night (someone has to kick-start the economy). There were just three of us left, and conversation had dried up momentarily. I looked over at the coat rack.
“Isn’t it amazing,” I said. “There are only three of us here, yet there are about twenty coats hanging there. How do people manage to go home without their coats?”
Then I looked a little closer. “Actually,” I said, “the green one is mine. I’ve been looking for it at home for about six months.”
