Wisdom

I had taken the VW Passat in for its usual maintenance, and was sitting in the waiting room, writing on a large legal pad, while all around me, people were using lap tops and blackberries and iPhones. They were talking in the intense tones of youth when everything is rather critical. So in the 2 hours I sit there, I had a number of old types come up and ask me: are you a priest? are you a rabbi? are you an imam? I sensed that had I only been in a bar, there would have been a good joke in this. I am now going to writes some good lines to have at the ready when asked these questions in the future; something wise and profound. I don't know whether I shall make it simple and clear, or abstruse and obscure. This wisdom thing could be a good wheeze to run for a while.