A phone call with my mother while on my way to work:
Miss Print: “I just saw a pirate. All in black.”
Mom: “Just like Pirates of the Caribbean, huh?”
Miss Print: “Indeed. . . . I just passed a man with a parrot. He wasn’t a pirate.”
Mom: “You should tell him where the pirate went since he needs a parrot.”
Miss Print: “No. Still, I don’t think anything I see or do today will top that.”
And nothing did.