N: Well you remember, I was taken off the mirror in the car. I went to the dealer and ordered. Today a specially trained boy called and broke my brain with a question whose philosophical depth is not easy to grasp.
What side of the mirror is it on?
(I think for a long time.)
with the right.
On the right, which right?
(I think again for a long time.)
Which on the right.
Which of the drivers?
Are you smoking there?
Right to the driver.
A worthy apophage of this dialogue:
We brought the left.
The curtain.