“That’s just adding insult to injury!”
He had said to me
‘injury + insult = ?’
I thought long and hard
But, couldn’t work out the answer.
I ran after him.
“What did you mean when you said that I was ‘adding insult to injury?’ ” I called out when I was alongside the tall, stately looking man.
He never slowed his pace; but, talking across to me, he answered: “I meant that you not only hurt my pride but you insulted my intelligence.”
“So, it wasn’t a mathematical equation?” I uttered.
He stopped and looked at me. “You’re weird!” He stated. Then turned his back upon me once more. He strode off without a backwards glance (again).
I let him go.
I mulled this over.
“He could have something there.”
I thought further.
‘injury + insult = weirdness!’
“No. That makes little sense. He was just winding me up.”
I walked off, mumbling to myself.
“insult… injury… weird… injury… insult… ”
People watched the young man curiously as he wended his weird way up the street.
Such is life.