The gangster got up
and walked into the next
room. But when he got
there he could no longer
remember why he got up.
***
“That’s the Doorway Effect.”
said Sancho, laughing.
“Just come back in the room.
Sit down. And the idea will
return to you.”
***
So the gangster did. And as
soon as he did he remembered.
***
“Oh yeh! Get the gun. Kill Sancho.”
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That’ll teach Sancho to be helpful. Ha!
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Sancho was a know-it-all and what do smarts get you in this world, anyway? No-where. Thanks, B.
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Sancho should have seen it coming.
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Yeh, that Sancho. To him everything was an effect, a law, or a paradox. Thanks, N.
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Oops! A bad idea to remind the boss.
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This is definitely a case of the squeaky wheel getting greased. Thanks, Sadje.
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Lol! For the last time it seems.
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💙
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Thanks, Orededrum
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This reminds me of the riddle of the cowboy who rode into town on Wednesday, stayed for three days then rode out on Wednesday…..How is it possible?
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My issue with that riddle is that there was a cowboy who named his horse Wednesday. Seems un-cowboy-like, what. So to answer your riddle: That man was no cowboy. Thanks, Tyeth.
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Maybe the cowboy was Gomez Addams?
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And Sancho reading the situation left the room faster than a speeding bullet.
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“Feet don’t fail me now,” he was heard to say. Thanks, Pam
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Good one!
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Thanks, YAB!
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I didn’t remember why I came into this room just now, until I saw my Acer on the table, the Trefology page lighting its screen. Now I have to go back for what I now remember I’d gone for. But even if I still remember what it was when I get there, a silencer wouldn’t save Sancho from the doorway effect. Oh, the perplexity in a house with more than one room.
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That gangster? Nah, he never used silencers. For he was hard of hearing. He used louderers. So he would know when to stop pulling the trigger. Thanks, E Sum
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Bravo, Barton. Bravo
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Thanks, Sports fan!
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Upon hearing that, Sancho panicked, and ran out of the room. But then, due to the Doorway Effect, he suddenly couldn’t remember why he’d taken to the exit. So he returned, and sat down calmly to gather his thoughts. And then it hit him… BANG! Unfortunately, the bullet was faster than his brain.
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That is hilarious! Thanks, David
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Sometimes offering advice does not work. :D
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I always find it best to shrug, shake my head and say, “Whatareyagonnado?” Thanks, MM
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The gun jammed and Sancho ran away with his body intact. :)
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Sancho was never seen again. Though, as in the tale of Ichabod Crane, it’s rumored he married a wealthy widow in a distant county. Thanks, Nancy
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Always keep your gun on you, especially as you get older.
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Right! Also, never hang a bell on your gun because everyone will always know when you’re coming for them. Thanks, Geoff
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And if you live in Chicago, don’t hang wind chimes on the barrel of your gun!
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Poor Sancho. That’s some thanks for helping.
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He never did nothing to nobody, Ilsa. And thanks!
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*crossed self and shakes head sadly*
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Hilarious, Janny. “Sancho we hardly knew ye.”
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It will be a punishment for the gangster.😆 Beautiful poem 😊
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Thank you, Priti!
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I love it!
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Thanks, Toke!
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Fabulous..
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Thanks, wsm(&b)!
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pleasure pal.
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