Dream CXXXVI

I was sitting with my mother in an outdoor cafe, when David Bowie came over, introduced himself, and invited himself to sit with us.

We spoke for a while about various things in the city around us.  Mr. Bowie ordered some kind of alcohol-tea mixture, which he carefully nursed throughout our chat.

My mother pointed to my shirt.  It was a green-and-white striped shirt, with very narrow stripes.  She said she liked it, and asked what that kind of pattern was called.

"White avocado," Bowie said immediately, adding that he knew a great deal about the fashion industry and mentioning that he had a song called "Fashion."  "Sometimes," he went on, "that pattern is called white artichoke."

"White oil-change?" my mother said, somewhat taken aback.  We all laughed when the mistake had been explained.