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He proceeded to give a detailed explanation of the process of ear-wax removal. At the end, he said, his doctor used a tuning fork to test his hearing. I'm the dick here—I had a vision of a white-jacketed Harpo Marx-type doinging a tuning fork outside his ears, and laughed. He seemed rather offended, despite my explanation and apology.
'Round Midnight felt a lot longer than its 133-minute running time. Then the workshopper walked me back up the hill and home. When we got there, I invited him in for coffee. He accepted, but once we were in the kitchen and I started making it, he said surlily, "Wait, you're really making coffee?" Then he grabbed me, pushed me against the wall, and started mauling me. Had the ear wax affected his brain, a la H.P. Lovecraft?
I shoved him away and asked him to leave, and he did. My regret: I didn't knee him in the balls.