“It’s just because the contact with the filling-station attendant is often a little superficially conventional and ceremonious that I made a bit of fun with my friend Youk and said that gas stations don’t exist. Heh heh.”
Yes, yes, I get the point.
“Existential nausea a la Sartre. Heh heh.”
Well I got it.
“But when I started to google different gas stations, I realized that several of the objects and paraphernalia at gas stations around the country actually have astonishingly high levels of existence. The dirty gauntlet which is used to put in and take out the baking sheet with prefabricated dough scores a remarkable 7 points of existence, even with a star, while the pump hoses themselves gets 14 points. However, this score is for all the hoses, taken together.”
That’s unfair.
“Why?”
Because then the level of existence of the individual hose decreases when new ones are added.
“New?”
If the owner expands with more pumping stations, more hoses will come.
“Do not fumble with that thing!”
If they have a shared existence level, then the level of existence of each particular hose must be the total points divided by the number of hoses.
“You can’t say that.”
I just said so. Heh heh.
“But you can’t divide.”
I just said that I can and will divide if new hoses are added.
“How long will you wait?”
Three months.
“Why exactly three months?”
This is the time it takes to build a plastic toothpick in a pre-industrial society.
“You sound like Douglas Coupland.”
