Sometimes someone says something and what I think they said, is not what they said. Well, to be fair, it’s not what they meant.

Here’s an example. I heard a lawyer tell a judge, “Your honor, there is a mouse on the podium if it will help opposing counsel.”

What?! 

If anyone said that out loud in a courtroom not so long ago, people would scatter in every direction. No counsel, opposing or not, wants to be deal with a mouse – on or off the podium.

To this day I marvel at the facial and verbal control of the homicide detective who has just located and confirmed the identity of a murder suspect through DNA, being asked by a crime show reporter, “Would you agree detective, that knowing the killer’s identity and where he is helps your case?”

In a unique way, I am bold to say, I find a sense of comforting camaraderie with the reporter whose question was, truth be told, as asinine as a question can possibly get. Let me explain. I live with a brain injury sustained many years ago. Hearing someone ask a question like this reassures me I am not alone.

And then there is this example. There has been a bad flood and A a husband in wife have just been picked up by an outboard motorboat outside their ranch house. The water is two feet deep in every room of their home.

A reporter, in the boat with them, asks, “Am I right in thinking you’re expecting water damage?”

I have no printable, coherent response. However, once again, I am reassured I am not alone.