The Backpacker

...Then there is the usual question I (am sure all of you too) face often.

"Where do you live". This is one of those 'productive' questions that lead to many other sub-questions which again are capable of producing many more little question...for which I dont have a word.

The usual questions that follow the 'mother' question.

"Do you cook yourself?" (I mean one can be forgiven for wanting to know whether I cook, but not for asking an impertinent question such as that!! One can be, with little effort, kind to the language, no?)

Yes, kind people. I do "cook" myself and believe me I taste wonderful with pepper and salt. Top that with honey and a dash of lime juice, I am the mother of all "foods." I am quite healthy too, you see.

Do you drive yourself?

No. I drive others. I drive them up the walls, off the roads and occasionally when gripped with a mystic power, I drive them into different lanes.  

What language you speak?"

I am speaking Greek. It is a pleasure to see that you understand it in English!

(I like this question. It gives me great satisfaction to know that 'English' is after all only a cover up for the more horrifying language one hears around.)

This is the question I wish someone would ask me.

"Who are you?" 

My answer would be: I am the person who does the job. You must be the other.

(Curtesy: The Departed)