“Here’s one for you,” the driver said as soon as the taxi door had closed. “If you’re standing in a house, and every window faces south, what color bear are you looking at?”
She thought. If you’re standing in a house, and every window faces south, what color bear are you looking at? It seemed clear to her that the riddle dealt with a geographically anomalous zone. Probably a pole. Which meant…
“A polar bear?” she suggested.
“What color bear?” he repeated, clearly disappointed.
“Oh. White.” she said. He sighed, deflated.
“Yes.” He said, and they drove in silence for a few minutes.
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