i found a big stick like a pot stirrer on top of a fire drum someone must have been drumming on in harold washington park and i found it again later on under the apple trees and brought it home, put it in r's empty planter in the hall. what the hell's this she said. i found it. do you like it? um no not really i don't like it. so put it back. ok. i put it in my backpack. at open produce i got a free loaf and a can of beans. i said you want this stick? she said she was just thinking of a stick to make a witches broom to attach to her robotic vacuum cleaner (?) see? i said, i knew i should ask you. 

uncanny.

r. wanted me to add an errata, as this makes free with what she said and what happened and what i said, but i'm too tired and it's funnier this way.