Have You Any Spoons?

Also at the doof...

A random tripper asks, "Hey man. This might sound like a funny question, but do you have a... like... a spoon?

We are sitting down and my other tripper acquaintance literally falls over laughing at this.

"No," I tell him as I pat my pockets to check for spoonage. "No spoons."

"Oh. Well, like, it doesn't have to be a spoon. It could be a... a knife. Not a sharp knife. Just a blunt one would be cool. But a spoon... yeah... a spoon would be nice."

"No knife," I inform him. "No spoons."

"This is hilarious," my tripper acquaintance squeals in delight.

"It's the first time I've ever been asked for a spoon at a doof, but it's only moderately amusing," I tell her.

"You don't understand," she squeaks, shaking with the unbridled delight of it all. "I have spoons."

"No."

"YES!"

"Did you say you have spoons?" asks Random Tripper, looking pretty excited about the prospect of having his spoon.

Laughing Acquaintance points at their bag as she topples over laughing again. I look in the bag. There are two spoons. I take out a spoon and Random Tripper looks like I am handing him the Holy Grail. He wanders off back to his group..

Another friend sits down. "What was that all about?"

"He wanted a spoon," I tell him, setting off more laughter.

"What did he want it for?" the new friend asks.

We look over and see a bunch of people huddled around a Nutella jar and torn bread rolls. Clearly they had been trying to figure out for some time how to get the Nutella from the jar on to the bread.

"I dunno. I'd been thinking... I dunno. They just wanted a spoon to get Nutella out of the jar."

"And I had spoons," Laughing Acquaintance chimes in before collapsing into a giggling heap once more.