Once when I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, I met a mysterious
old stranger. He said he was about to die and wanted to tell someone
about the treasure. I said, "Okay, as long as it's not a long story.
Some of us have a plane to catch, you know." He stared telling hes
story, about the treasure and his life and all, and I thought: "This
story isn't too long." But then, he kept going, and I started thinking,
"Uh-oh, this story is getting long." But then the story was over,
and I said to myself: "You know, that story wasn't too long after
all." I forget what the story was about, but there was a good movie
on the plane. It was a little long, though.
-- Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
