Pointless.

Today's amazing encounter was with a young lady who in a perfectly delightful manner told an utterly pointless story. Allow me to explain.

The young lady in question has an honest diagnosis of ADD/ADHD. She is not a slacker or dirtbag, and in fact I have had trouble with her before, but today I loved her for having an honest disability, rather the the Socialist diagnosis of any fuckhead with some kind of social problem being coddled as 'disabled' and having wasted money spent on them as 'disabled'. Anyway.

The amazing thing about her story was that it reflected her mental disability, and her story was not, surprisingly, random, but utterly pointless. Like I say, it did not miss a point, and was completely not unintelligent, but every time her story would reach a crescendo or culmination or resolution it digressed into something else. It was amazing. And she had, charmingly, no sense of irony about it at all.

I now have seared into my brain an unforgettable mental image of a McDonald's employee chasing a homeless man clad in flapping coat and hat with earflaps, riding a pink stolen girl's bicycle, equipped with training wheels, across a WalMart parking lot in a snowstorm, the employee shouting, "STOP, THIEF!"

It got more absurd from there. It was amazing. You know, Franz Kafka spent years polishing his stories so as to communicate chaos, anarchy, and diabolical nonsense; this girl did it with no effort at all.

When she finished, other students complained, "Mr. LN, that story didn't make no sense!" I responded, "I know. Thank you, Ms. L, thank you. Bravo". And I applauded her with forthright honesty.