Le monde du vieux bandit

I was sorting thousands of plastic beads I found after much searching (relief! joy! celebration!). Imagine a bowl full of beads of all colours, surrounded by 12 smaller ones, each containing one colour only. I’m at the dining table, with a white-bulbed office lamp so I can see the shades properly. Oh, and I’m hunched over, as the later pain in my back made clear later.

vb: Y’know, I can’t help but think that there are people out there who wouldn’t bother sorting these beads, who would use any colour that they grabbed.

Herb: Yes, but those people aren’t autistic.

vb: …

Herb: I mean artistic.

vb: Boohoo, you think I’m autistic!

Herb: Well, we’d only know that for sure if I tried to take the beads away from you, and right now I don’t feel inclined to try…

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