One night at a bar:
I asked her what her name was. She said she had no name. Her
parents never got around to giving her one. This was very
curious and I found myself suddenly interested.
So I asked her if I could call her some time. She said she never
got around to getting a phone either. Didn't feel the need.
She kept saying sorry, she had to go. So I told her I'd give her a
ride to anywhere. She said she didn't believe in cars, religiously.
Wait now. She had no name, she had no phone and didn't use
cars? I said where do you come from, Mars? She said she had
no history either, and then she was gone!
For some reason I get the strange feeling she was trying to avoid
me.