The professor was in a food court.
It looked a bit like this, only the signs were more readable. Maybe they had just been redone.
And they were debating.
“See here,” Dr. Zauberer said, flinging a bit of lettuce into the air with his fork, “trees are much happier in their tall state.”
He meant in their natural state, I’m thinking.
Dr. Purdue shook his head, flopping his floppy gray hair around. “No, no, and many more of that same exclamation! Trees are much happier when they’re guitars, and can make music. You see, trees are happiest when they can bring joy to humans. And guitars bring joy to humans.”
Dr. Zauberer made a face. “Haha! Your premise is wrong, my man! However can you hope to have a good point when your premise is wrong? When I heard your wrong premise, I rejoiced inside.”
Dr. Purdue adjusted his glasses and squinted his eyes. “What premise?”
“That guitars bring joy to humans!” Dr. Zauberer threw another piece of lettuce into the air, but I caught it this time.
It didn’t taste good.
“But they do!” Dr. Purdue insisted.
Dr. Zauberer shook his head. “The last time I heard a guitar, I think it broke my eardrums.”
Now Dr. Purdue laughed in triumph. “But a guitar that breaks your eardrums isn’t made from wood!”
That stopped Dr. Zauberer. “What’s it made from, then?”
Dr. Purdue threw up his hands. “I don’t know…fiberglass?!”
“Ohhhhhhhhh….” And Dr. Zauberer folded his hands and thought.
Dr. Purdue looked at me. “Yes, trees are happier as guitars.”
“Wow…” was all I could manage.
“What’s that mean?” Dr. Purdue wiped his gray bangs from his head, but I’m not sure why he bothered: they just flopped back again.
“Well,” I answered, “I’ve always wondered what a discussion between two doctors would be like. Now I know.”