You know, those meaningless moments that somehow got stuck in your head and still crop up years later when you’re trying to fall asleep.
When I was a kid I went to the dentist and he asked me how old I was. I said, feeling pretty bright, “I’ll be seven next month!” And he looked annoyed and said: “So how old are you now?” “…Six,” I said. To this day, I don’t know if he was just annoyed I didn’t directly answer his question, thought I was trying to trick him (“I’ll be seven next month… because I am already seven! AHAHAH”) or genuinely couldn’t work it out. Thought about this for quite a while last night.