For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.

There is a simple, logical explanation,' I said to myself. And because you never know who else is listening, I added, 'And there is nothing under the bed.'" --Dexter

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp.

When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.