The blowjob on the hypotenuse. (Not a CAW entry)

I’d kind of zoned out, I didn’t notice the guy sit next to me, until he said: “Oat and I mast.” that didn’t make much sense I must be more zonked than I realised. He said it again, this time it made much more sense when I thought in Greek, “Where are we?”, kind of weird accent though. Deep sexy voice, but weird accent.

“Taco Bell.” That didn’t seem to need translation.

“No, WHEN are we? not where.” Still talking Greek. That was silly of me, ‘when’ and ‘where’ are nothing alike in Greek.

I looked at my phone, 16:37, “About half past four.”

He seemed a little exasperated, “What year?”

Even in my half baked state I could remember the year, “Two thousand and fourteen.”

“In which calendar?”

Now that was a weird question. It took me a while to think of the answer to that, what calendar do we use? “The Christian one.” I finally looked at him, more weird. He was wearing a toga and a turban, or something like that, Halloween wasn’t until next week so I did wonder what that was about. All in white, no colour at all. He was really quite handsome in a weird way. He did weird well.

He was looking pensive stroking his beard, quite a full long beard with mustache to match. He noticed me looking at him, “I’m sorry, my manners.” He extended his hand, “Pythagoras of Samos.”

Still being kind of weird here, still in Greek of course. I took his hand, a thrill ran down my arm, almost like he was electrically charged. I shook his hand and replied in kind, “Crown of England.” That didn’t sound quite right when I said it in Greek, I would have added, “Not the Crown of England.” But I couldn’t work out if that would translate, articles are a bit slippery in Greek. That was when I considered the name he used. In English I’d have said “Not THE Pythagoras of Samos?” but those damned articles slipped away. So I settled for “Not the famous Pythagoras of Samos I presume”, I’m not sure I used the right word for presume though.

“Your hypothesis is not correct. I am the famous Pythagoras of Samos.” Weird again, now he’s claiming to be a dead Greek.

“If you’re that Pythagoras of Samos, haven’t you been dead for three thousand years.”

His response wasn’t quite what I was expecting, but the weird level was up there, maybe I should have.