(A conversation that is mostly real, and almost entirely fake, but based on a true story. Or not.)

The phone rings…

Me: Hello
Sean: Hi, what are you doing?
Me: Reading ‘A Lesson Is Learned.’ It’s bizzare and fantastic like fries with mayonaise or Scientology. I think I love it…or hate it.
Sean: Scientology?
Me: A Lesson Is Learned. I haven’t decided yet but when I do I will feel very strongly about it and insist that anyone who disagrees is wrong and probably also a Scientologist.
Sean: Something bizzare happened here to.
Me: You did some work?
Sean: Not that wierd. My boss came in.
Me: You saw him? Did you talk to him about your thesis?
Sean: No. I didn’t actually see him. I saw his box was empty and the secretary said he’d taken him mail. Also someone said they thought they saw him.
Me: hmmm… I think, perhaps he is a Sasquatch or some other paranormal type creature. No one has actual evidence he’s real but just as everyone begins to doubt his existance he appears briefly from a distance and startles a passerby. Probably to pick up a pay check or date one of the students. The ways of the fabled ‘Collegus Proffesorus’ are ellusive.
Sean: Could be.
Me: I theorize his long absenses are, in fact, migration patterns. It must be mating season in his homeland of Beverly Hills. Perhaps we’ll see him on the Discovery channel.
Sean: But we had dinner with him once, remember?
Me: Did we? Or was it a hallucination?
Sean: There were other people there.
Me: Mass hysteria then, shared psychosis. Much like those sad folks during the Salem witch trials or the horde of mothers at KB Toys On Christmas day in search of the last Screaming Elmo or Mighty Orcin Power Dolphin. Besides, who knows what mysterious powers he has. Maybe it was only an illusion or some sort of psychotropic vapor left behind to confuse us as he fled.
Sean: I’ll call when I’m coming home.
Me: The Proffesor is loose among us and who knows what he would do if confronted by a human. If you see him, don’t look him in the eyes, he may attack. Remember I love you and need you for financial support, so be careful.

Later that day….
Me: Hello?
Sean: You’ll never guess who I saw.
Me: The boss?
Sean: Yes, and he even talked to me and gave me the reccomendation letter I asked for back in 1823.
Me: Did you get pictures?
Sean: No.
Me: Too bad. We could have made a mint with the tabloids.