The Mousetrap
I just got back from spending the weekend in London, where for the first time in my life I saw Agatha Christieââ¬â¢s Mousetrap. It was really fun to watch, especially since I spent the first half of the play thinking ââ¬Åmy God, their accents are flawless.ââ¬Â
It also occurred to me that I do not actually know the words to ââ¬ÅThree Blind Mice.ââ¬Â
I was also very proud of myself for figuring out the mystery (well, at least correctly guessing who the murderer was) halfway through the play. I congratulated myself on that accomplishment for about ten minutes before I realized how incredibly geeky it was to guess the ending to an Agatha Christie mystery.
Pretty soon Iââ¬â¢m going to start guessing the winners of world-championship Monopoly, then Scrabble, then Mancala. At that point I will have mastered the art of geeky-guesswork and can retire to a large house on the hilltops where Iââ¬â¢ll sit around working on my fake British accent and asking for Jeeves*.
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* P.G. Wodehouse