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Two people are standing in an airport. Both are holding signs that read "Fredward Copperknocker". One of them is dressed in a chauffeur's uniform. The other is wearing jeans, a ragged shirt, and flip flops. The chauffeur notices the other person, double-checks his own sign, and then nervously approaches the other.
Chauffeur: Are you... can I help you?
Flip flops: Hey! Are you Fredward Copperknocker?
Chauffeur: No. No I... wait, why would I be holding a sign with my own name on it?
Flip flops: I don't know man, it's your life. Maybe you get lost easily?
Chauffeur: No I... no. I'm a chauffeur, I'm here to pick up Fredward Copperknocker.
Flip flops: Oh wow! Small world, am I right? I'm here to pick up a guy named Fredward Copperknocker too!
Chauffeur: Yes, I saw your sign. There must be some mistake.
Flip flops: Well, not necessarily, right? So, think about this: we could be picking up two different Fredward Copperknockers.
Chauffeur: I don't... that seems unlikely. I mean, do you know a lot of people named Fredward? Or Copperknocker, for that matter?
Flip flops: Yeah, well I know some Fredwards.
Chauffeur: You know some Fredwards?
Flip flops: I know some Fredwards. But I mean, I don't go around calling them Fredward all the time, I just call them Fred, or Freddy, or Your Honor, or what-have-you.
Chauffeur: Well, OK. I guess. But still, you can't possibly know anyone named Copperknocker, it's obviously a made-up name.
Flip flops: Oh ho, not so fast, compadre! When I was a kid we lived in a town with a whole bunch of Copperknockers.
Flip flops: Yeah man, we were surrounded by Copperknockers.
Chauffeur: You must be kidding.
Flip flops: No for real! I went to my first all-ages show with Gwenelope Copperknocker, I used to sneak cigarettes behind the high school with Kenedict Copperknocker, but we never got in trouble because his dad was the mayor, you know?
Chauffeur: Mayor Copperknocker?
Flip flops: Yeah, so you know him?
Chauffeur: What? No!
Flip flops: Well OK, but how should I know? I'm not privy to your affairs.
Chauffeur: You're not privy...
Flip flops: (phone rings) Oh wait, I should take this. (answers) Hey Mr. Copperknocker! How's it hanging man?
Created: Aug 23, 2015Document Media