Patrick

This is a story all about Patrick, which Patrick told me yesterday.

Patrick and his friend (I forget his friend’s name) were at the water cooler this morning, discussing the issues of the day. And Patrick, not being a fan of soccer, but being very polite, was politely listening to him (Patrick’s friend). Patrick’s friend told him he had enjoyed seeing Lionel Messi score thrice in the game last night.

It appears, though, that he (Patrick) had misunderstood his (Patrick’s friend’s) meaning when he (Patrick’s friend) said to him (Patrick) that he (Patrick’s friend) was excited about his (Lionel Messi’s) hat trick in the game that he (Patrick’s friend) had watched last night.

You see, Patrick was not aware of the term in the modern vernacular, “hat trick”, to denote a three-goal haul for a single player in a single game of soccer. And so he (Patrick) was entirely nonplussed, wondering what had been hewn from Lionel Messi’s hat and why he (Patrick’s still-to-be-named friend), normally such an avid soccer fan, would be so happy to see the beautiful game disrupted by a display of magickal emanations from headgear.

What a ridiculous story, eh? Ah, that Patrick, always in the worst scrapes! Thanks, Patrick.