He always says to me, "So, John! What's it like down there in Australia? How do you keep from falling off the planet?"
When I have not been clever or quick enough to avoid this recurring banality, the answer I give is an eye-for-an-eye. I also resort to the same old joke.
"We wear very heavy boots."
This has become a kind of ritual, though I've been getting better at avoiding this person for the last few visits.
Don't get me wrong - I truly value my acquaintance with good, solid, down-to-earth folks like him. Having friends like that back home makes living far, far away in Australia so much easier.
And so much more preferable. Unfathomable distance has its benefits.
|On this occasion, the nearest human being was some 50 miles away. Yay!|