Even Odds Get Left

They were on their way to church.  He was driving.  She was looking out the passenger window.  At a street light she pointed at a building and said, “That house number is wrong.”

He said, “Wrong?  What do you mean?”

She said, “Five, six, seven, nine.  That’s wrong.  I was taught to count in Kindergarten.  It should be, five, six, seven, eight.”

He said, “That doesn’t make it wrong.  That makes it odd.”

She said, “Huh?”

He said, “It ends in nine.  Nine isn’t wrong.  Nine is -”

“EVEN if that were so , ” She said.  ”It would still be incorrect.”

He said, “Apparently what nobody taught you is that the odd numbers are on the left of the street while the –”

She interrupted, “Why do they leave them?”

He said, “Why do they leave what?”

She said, “Don’t you think it odd that they left some numbers on the side of the street?”

He said, “You know what I really think is odd?”

She answered, “No, what?”

He asked, “Why is it neither of us is writing this down?”

She said, “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

He said, “Yeah, it’s probably better left alone.”

She said, “Right.  Odds are we’ll forget all about it before we get home anyway.”

So they left it at that.