Jules had a case of 4:45pm-writer’s-block. He balanced his Ticonderoga between his nose and upper lip. Finally, he asked Jack.
“I need an eight letter word: one who misunderstands obvious statements is said to be?”
Jack looked up from his own crossword puzzle.
“Well, you don’t have to be rude.” Jules threw his pencil into his cup.
Jack started to explain and then stopped. Jules. Someone’s nephew. Always late. Never consulted a reference book. It would’ve been funny if Jack wasn’t under his own deadline.
“Clueless,” Jack mumbled quietly irritated.
“Perfect!” Jules smiled. One of them made their train.