Lets see if giving away the punchline, and telling people it is the punchline, ruins this. The situation reminds me of when we drove a motorcyle to that town and it broke on the way over there and we had to tie it to the top of a taxi that didn't have room for us and just trust that it would be there when we eventually found a ride to that town. And of course it was there, except that of course the shop would be closed for a day or so, so we slept on this wooden plank nailed to a big old Baobab tree near the motorcycle place. Probably because I was being a paranoid white guy who didn't get it: we know the mayor, go have some Pastis and forget about this 20 year old suzuki.

See, I knew I had some material. I just gotta know where to look. And then write down. And then lose it. And then blame my failure on that.