Tuesday, June 05, 2012
"When I grow up, I am going to live in a beach house in Florida!"
B: "Sounds awesome, Will! What are you going to do for your job there?"
W: "Nothing. I don't think people work in Florida."
B: "Then how will you support yourself and afford your beach house?"
W: "I will get my money from you. When you die. Of old age, of course." (I suppose this is better than acquiring it, as Andrew does, from "careless people who leave it lying around." Which is still us, actually, so I guess it comes to the same.)
Until then we are most welcome to visit him any time.