Dude, I’m So Wasted
A dude sidles up to the bar and begins talking to a woman in a black miniskirt. It seems they know each other somehow.
Dude: “Dude, I’m so wasted.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Consider for one moment the phenomenon of entangled particles.”
Dude: “What are you drinking?”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Even when you separate the particles widely in space, by hundreds of thousands of miles, measuring one particle influences the other.”
Dude: “Wait, what?”
Woman in black miniskirt: “A vodka martini with a lime twist.”
Dude: “Were you talking about Einstein?”
Woman in black miniskirt: “He’s not my type.”
Dude: “You know, he, like, totally rejected the idea of spooky action at a distance.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “His name was Sterling.”
Dude: “Sure, cool name, but he doesn’t drive a German car.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Tequila.”
Dude: “What?”
Woman in black miniskirt: “He drank expensive tequila.”
Dude: “The very concept defies the speed of light being an absolute.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Concept?”
Dude: “You say he’s not your type, but you keep coming back to him.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Says who?”
Dude: "Says Einstein. You said it yourself — the particles are connected in some impossible way."
Woman in black miniskirt: “Actually, I think it was Revington.”
Dude: “You’re wasted.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Says who?”
Dude: “That’s not a real name.”
Woman in black miniskirt: “Einstein?"
- January 2019
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