You Don't Know That?
by Zube (zube@stat.colostate.edu)
Created:  Aug 19, 2012
Updated:  Aug 19, 2012
http://www.stat.colostate.edu/~zube/dontknow.txt

The train was on time.

A bright-eyed, middle-aged man with a knowing smirk alighted and
whisked me off to a quiet corner of the station.  With a practiced
flair, he unpacked his trunk and proudly displayed all he had
to offer.

The wares, while moderately interesting, were unknown to me.
I nodded, smiled and politely asked for details.

He became angry.  Roughly and forcefully, he stuffed everything back
in his trunk.  "You don't know that?  My God, Man, I'm surprised you
are smart enough to breathe!  Good-bye." and he took his leave of me.

While walking home, I considered the modest sack of wares I carried
and happily remembered that each of us has a finite amount of time
to walk a unique path.

I mistakenly thought we were bartering.