Now I’ve done it. Linus has gone into a trance. Apparently, some thoughts not only enter, but put up their feet and stay a while. I snap my fingers, forcing him to re-engage in the world.
“Oh, sorry,” he mutters. “You said to think about strippers. So I did.”
Genius or not, this proves that the mere mention of boobs will dumb any guy down. Happily, Linus pivots back to logic in no time.
“I usually request extra ice, especially on hot days,” Linus crows, as we wait for sodas. “Depending on the temperature and the rate of melting, this can promote a higher ratio of overall liquid, which is more cost effective and more hydrating. But since it’s evening, and the lines for ladies’ rooms tend to be disproportionately longer than those for men, you may want to keep it status quo.”
Wow, a silv
