I met Jesse when he was about four years old. He was a really cool little kid. As he got older, I started giving him riddles to solve. He was pretty good at them. I never thought it was necessary to tell him that I am terrible with riddles. My mind just isn’t logical like that. And I have a hard time translating abstract things into whatever it is you translate abstract things into.
So now Jesse is 18 years old. He works in the grocery store where I shop. Tonight I saw him there, walking toward me with a big smile. He was on his break. He gave me a big hug and we spent a little time catching up. As we were saying our goodbyes and he was walking away, backwards, he said, “Hey Linda, I got a riddle for you. How long is a Chinaman?”
Before I left the store, he wondered if I had come up with an answer. *No.* He gave me this hint… The answer is in the question. But it’s not really a question.
I am stumped. It is my homework. I guess I already told you that I never told him I was terrible with riddles. Please help. I have to grocery shop again next week!
*It’s a long shot, but I mixed up the letters in Chinaman.