There is a library patron who comes in every day who mostly reads about bees and silkworms. Every day he asks me a meandering nonsensical question. At first, I felt bad and wondered if the language barrier was the problem (he comes from Guatemala), but today he asked me an incomprehensible question and then, to help me understand what he was asking, wrote the question down only what he wrote down was yet another group of non-sequiters strung together that made no sense and bore little resemblance to the question he formulated verbally.

"if C.E.O. is philosophy or teacher with wearing red neck tye [sic] belong to Federal Government?"

I realize now it is not the language barrier. He is looney tunes.

Mun Mun's Law

If you put on your socks but not your shoes to avoid waking up a sleeping baby, as you are getting ready to leave the house, you will step in cat vomit.