At the beginning of the year, my brother and I went to Wellington to stay with relatives. On one of the days we were there, we spent a few hours on our own, exploring the city. We ended up in the Wellington Public Library, where my brother texted while I enjoyed some quality literature which wasn't even Twilight at all what are you all talking about.
Anyway, so there we were, relaxing away, when this little kid (who must've been around five or six) came up to my brother and said, 'I like your phone. We have two phones at home.'
My brother deadpanned, 'We have seven.'
The kid said, wide-eyed and earnest, 'Wow, really, we don't have seven phones, we have two. What's your name?'
'Bob Marley.'
'What's her name?' said the kid, indicating me.
My brother said, 'Jimi Hendrix.'
At this point, suppressing laughter was an impossibility and I chuckled a little.
The kid looked from my brother to me and back to my brother again. 'That's a funny name,' he said.
My brother looked at him and said, in a very serious tone, 'You shouldn't make fun of people because they have funny names.'
And the kid nodded solemnly and said, 'No, you're right.'
It was the funniest thing ever, and I reckon that kid came away from the conversation a better person.
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