As I write my thesis, I realize that El Cap is a bit of a smart ass. Generally, he’s been wonderful and supportive, even going so far as to provide a RoadTrek in which we traveled the state. He was patient when I asked him to stop so I could take a picture of a sign and listened to hours of my diatribes about the state’s water management practices. I guess, really, he’s earned the right to be a smart ass. To wit…
I first realized this when I was writing and he said something. When I realized he’d asked me a question, I apologized and explained. Here’s how that went:
Me: “I’m writing about Okahumpka.”
El Cap: “Aren’t those the people who work in the chocolate factory?”
And then tonight, as I’m (FINALLY!) nearing the end of the epic manuscript…
Me: “I’m at 237 pages, 56,445 words.”
El Cap: “Yeah, but some of those words are duplicated, like ‘and’ and ‘the’.”
He’s considered very funny. In France.
