Hal and the Ghost Incident

Apropos of nothing, Hal’s date suddenly leaned across the table, as if in consipratorial confab, and solicited his views on life after death.

“I’ve never seen a ghost,” Hal said after due consideration, gnawing on a forkful of bell peppers and blood-red slices of lean carne asada. “I’ve met lots of people who claim they have but I’m fairly fixed on the notion that they’re the stuff of, you know, imagination.”

Minna returned her fork to her plate. She sipped at her jumbo magarita with the salted rim. “So you’ve never seen a ghost and that’s evidence alone that, to you, there is no afterlife. Since no spirits have attempted to contact Hal, they must not exist.”

Hal shoveled a small mountain of refried beans onto his fork. “Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m saying.”

“Then how do you explain that ghost sitting next to you right now?”

Previously: Hal and the White Wine Incident