Bon Mot one up.
Ran in to Trevor at Borders. We talked awhile and then wandered off to our respective book sections.
Later, immersed in a book I head him yell, ” good night gary” and looked up to see he and his wife leaving the store. At a loss for a rejoinder, and taken by surprise, I gave him the farewell I usually reserve for my wife. ” Good night and No hittin, kickin or spittin” I yelled.
He replied, “We’ll try that too.”
I laughed off and on for two days whenever I thought of it.
Some people are just so obviously smarter than I am.