Conversation with my brother, who due to a severe, crippling communication disorder failed to mention to anyone that he is planning to go on holiday.
Me: So you’re going away?
Me: Wanna tell me where you’re going?
Him: Ho Chi Minh City.
Me: That’s exciting! When?
Him: Just about to board.
Me: Oh! Well … have a good time!
Him: The plane looks reasonable. There’s a hole in the side of it, though.
Me: Good luck with that plane. I hope they patch it up before you go.
Him: The ground crew are chewing gum as we speak. A few thousand packets of artificial flavours, soft rubber and a heap of spit and the plane will be brand new.
Me: That’s a relief.