Semi-Daily Scribbles

Every afternoon, Gary reserved time to practice his speaking skills. Ideas slammed into each other all day long in his head. He certainly did not lack material. Gary found it difficult to select just the right words to convey what was so crystal clear in his mind. Long pauses and frustrated grunts were as far as he ever got to articulating his opinions. Gary's thoughts travelled in orbital patterns. Conversations sounded like Row, Row, Row Your Boat, sung in the round, ad infinitum. He made it a top priority to learn how to utter more than a single syllable when talking to human beings. Gary was going to need help in the near future. He was planning a trip to San Diego, and he knew he'd never get there if he couldn't master the art of asking. More specifically, asking one particular sweat-inducing, stomach-churning question of someone whom Gary had never met.