Near the end of a very long day, today, a woman startled me from my stupor. “Where are your peanuts?” she asked. I had to think for a moment, having just had a NSFW conversation with a coworker about, well, not peanuts, exactly, but something pronounced quite similarly. While I was processing her question, she went on, “I always buy my peanuts here. Where are they located?” Now I really couldn’t wrap my head around what she was saying. Which was it? Did she always buy her peanuts at our store or did she need to know where the peanuts were located? Correct me if I’m wrong, but those two statements are totally incompatible. I did a seriously thoughtful (and troubled) double-blink before raising my arm and pointing to the peanuts, beside which I just happened to be standing.

A few minutes later, I related that story to a coworker, who said, “I don’t get why that’s funny.”