I’m not exactly sure—how tall are you? [I’m about as tall as I’ll ever be—one day soon, I’ll probably start shrinking. I’ve heard that happens when you get older.]
Well... [Well, you say? How deep is it?]
It’s hard to tell, since I never used it for water. [Deep wells are best—why I still remember the drought of ‘34 and all the trips we made to the neighbor’s well after ours dried up.]
I’m sure those were quite the days, but how are you today? [Today? Today I do as I please...so long as I’m pleased to do as I’m suppos’d to.]
That sounds like a good strategy. [Thanks. You’re welcome to adopt it—I won’t even charge you for it.]
How generous of you. Thanks. You have a good day now, ok? [I hope to, because every day above ground is a good day.]
Inspired by and compiled from conversations with my Grandpa, who lived with my family during my formative years. He’s the first literalist I ever met and frequently said: “You talk so much, you talk so much, you worry me to death.”