Monday, August 04, 2003

Ebay?

Mark and I are on the train, heading downtown, and I'm telling him about the headline I saw on a tabloid earlier in the day.

"It said, 'After Uday and Usay, It's Time to Bag Dad'," I say.

I'm as much a fan of clever wordplay as any man, probably moreso, but that one was just awful.

"It's Kusay," Mark says.

"What?"

"The other brother. His name was Kusay."

"Why do all of these guys have names that sound like Pig Latin?" I ask.

Mark thinks about this for a minute. "You may be on to something there," he says. "So you think their names are Scoo and Do?"

"Could be," I allow.

"So the fellow we should be looking for is probably named Be."

Scoo. Be. Do. It's so crazy, it just might be so.

"And what is Be in Pig Latin?" Mark asks.

It comes to be a second later. "Ebay."

This smacks of global conspiracy. Code names. An Internet auction site as a front to fund terrorism. The involvement of a goofy cartoon dog. Someone should give Tom Ridge a call.

Alternatively, someone should insure that Mark and I don't start drinking so early in the day.