Counting at the Counter
RAY: I have to paint the scene first.
TOM: Go man. I'll close my eyes and put on my wave music.
RAY: There I was sitting at the counter at Sam's Luncheonette in our fair city. The sky had been angry that day, but it was clearing with faint white wisps, clinging desperately to a promise to be a blazing blue sky. There I was spilling egg on my shirt and I noticed a woman and her son next to me at the counter doing his arithmetic homework. And they're adding a bunch of decimels. And I'll give you the numbers. Get a pencil.
TOM: Get a pencil. Got one.
RAY: 6.2, 1.1, 2.2, 3.2 . Add that up.
TOM: 2, 4, 6, 7, 5, 6 ...13.7. 12.7
RAY: There you go, that's a little better.
RAY: They come up with14.1.
TOM: Base 8.
RAY: Base 8?
TOM: Base this!
RAY: Here are the numbers again: 6.2, 1.1, 2.2, 3.2 -- for a grand total of 12.7. Except their total is 14.1.
TOM: Is the question going to be these people are from another planet and how many fingers did they have? No that's not it. I shouldn't try to ... what is the question? They have 14.1.
RAY: So I was about to correct them, but I didn't. They get up, put on their hats and coats.
TOM: And their six-fingered gloves.
RAY: It's three.
TOM: Three-fingered gloves.
RAY: And as they leave I say, "I've got it. " What did I get? And I gave you the hints. All the hints are embedded. And it had nothing to do with the white clouds clinging desperately ... it might have. Everything in there is essential. And there is nothing more I think that you need.
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