“One time a funny old man came into our store. He didn’t know where he was and he just wanted to rest. He sat on a chair in our showroom. Finally, after about an hour, I was tired of talking to him and had work to do. So I asked him where he was going and where he lived. He didn’t know! After much probing, I finally got a phone number out of him. He said it was his friend’s number and, if I asked, his friend would come and pick him up. I called and another very old man answered the phone. When I told him I had his friend in my shop and that he needed to be picked up, the old man on the other end of the line said: ‘Oh, you mean you have Wilbur there?’ Figuring this was the end of the saga, I said with relief: ‘Yes, I think so.’ Then the man answered: ‘I’m not picking Wilbur up, he’s a nuisance!‘ and hung up on me!
 
LARA B., 
Victoria, BC, Canada