Okay, time for some summertime fun time in the sunshine! Or was that summershine fun in the sun time?
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, creator of that great fictional detective, Sherlock Holmes, reportedly tells the story of the time he went on vacation and had climbed into a taxi cab in Paris.
Before Doyle could utter a word, the driver turns to him and asks, "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"
The famous author was flabbergasted. He asked the cab driver if they had ever met before. They had not. It was, in fact, the first time they had laid eyes on each other.
"Then how the blazes did you know it was me?" Doyle asked.
The cab driver said, "This morning's paper had a story about you being on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi stand where people who travel to Paris from Marseilles usually arrive at. Your skin color tells me you have been on vacation. The spot of ink on your index finger suggests that you are most likely a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French or German. Adding all these clues together, I deduced that you are Arthur Conan Doyle."
"Good show! Well done!" exclaimed Doyle. "You are a real-life counterpart to my own Mr. Sherlock Holmes!"
"There is one other thing," the driver adds.
"What is that?"
"Your name is on the front of your suitcase."
[Colorado Comments via Wit and Wisdom]
WORDS for YOUR WEEK: "You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear." (Sherlock Holmes, to Watson)