This next little twiddler proves that you don’t have to actually be a moron to think like one. Which is always refreshingly insightful. I was having lunch with Sergeant Dumbrow – watching him eat, that is, since I do not technically have either an appetite nor a stomach – when one of his rookies burst in on us.
The rookie had been eating at one of the other booths in the diner and had overheard a conversation at the next table. He said that the three men there were obviously talking about a robbery that had just been committed. And since they hadn’t left yet, there was still time to nail them.
Dumbrow calmly asked the rookie to explain what he had heard and the young man did so with relish to prove his attentiveness.
“I heard one of them mention something about a big score,” he said, “and that’s what made me suspicious. So I listened more carefully. Two of them were bragging to the third man about it, arguing over who would tell the story. One of them said that since he had stolen first, he should tell the story. Then he went on to describe how he was crouching and waiting and when a man arrived at home, he whipped off his mask and lunged at him. I heard him say the word safe, Chief. Have there been any robberies in the area lately?”
Dumbrow frowned. I laughed.
What do you think?
Nano Solution_____________________________________________
“That the rookie himself was part of the scheme!” you shout triumphantly.
“Why do you think that?” Nano asks.
“Because I couldn’t think of anything else,” you admit.
“Well, better to goof than sit there like a goofball,” Nano says kindly. “Luckily I realized right away that the men in the booth weren’t talking about robbery at all. They were discussing a baseball game. The man talking had stolen first base. Then, waiting at home plate, whipped off his catcher’s mask and lunged at the runner going home. He missed, and the umpire shouted safe!”
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