Outside a library as night falls, a man converses with himself:
L1: “I have not had lasagna in years. I did not have any lasagna today.”
L2: [nods]
L1: “Today, I vomited lasagna all over a man walking with his elderly mother. The man was eating a hot dog.”
L2: “Was it a red hot dog?”
L1: “No, it had pale skin.”
L2: “Then it could not have been mine.”
L1: [nods]
L2: “Was the man able to finish his meal?”
L1: “Not for several hours.”
L2: “Was the man able to keep his meal down?”
L1: “Everyone I know has been secretly rooting for a positive outcome.”