Marg: I saw a Benjamin Button today!
Ben: Ew. What?
Marg: He was as tall as a 10 year old, dressed about that age, but bald and with old man skin.
Ben: Weeeeird.
Marg: He was wearing sunglasses and had a Blackberry. I have no idea how old he was.
Ben: Did he talk?
Marg: Yeah, and it was a strange voice.
Ben: I guess it would have to be.
Marg: I'm still very confused,and I'll never get to know the real deal.
Ben: I hate stuff like that.
Marg: So I'm going with Benjamin Button syndrome. That's a thing, right?
Ben: It is now. You met Benjamin Button. THE Benjamin Button.
Marg: I should have asked him about all his slowly plotted adventures and similarities to Forrest Gump.
Ben: Well, that's obviously the studio's take on his life. Might not have quite went down that way... as he is still old.
Later, Benjamin Button returned, and Ben passed him, but I was unable to point him out for obvious reasons before Ben left.
Marg: That was Benjamin Button! Did you notice?
Ben: WHAT! NO! YOU SHOULD HAVE COUGHED "BENJAMIN BUTTON"! Once I got home I somehow knew you'd tell me that's who it was.
Marg: really? I was trying to empart that onto you psychically. He took off his sunglasses, but I am no closer to discovering the truth.
Ben: Well, clearly you should have asked.
Marg: If only it was acceptable to ask Benjamin Button type people how old they legally are.
Ben: Ha! Maybe some don't mind.
Marg: And ask them how old they feel, spiritually*.
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