Pretend if you will that these words are a conversation. Three people at a table, two talking back and forth for a few minutes. Things are all normal and then, from nowhere, "That's like plyboo," is interjected from the third member of the party. This is what the Romans called a non sequitur. We still call it that. It still means "it does not follow." I state now, in unequivocal terms, plyboo had nothing to do with the previous sentences spoken by any of us in the preceeding 17 years of acquaintence. I have never had a conversation wherein "That's like plyboo," would ever have followed. In general, I don't discuss wood. I particularly don't discuss plywood made from bamboo.

When queried as to the relavence of her remark, the offending party (and I was offended) replied that, in fact, it had nothing to do with what we had been discussing. Since this event, I have ben trying to figure out why a woman in her third decade of life would behave thus.

Was it a desperate attempt to redirect the conversation? And if so, is plyboo the way to go about it? Had her mind wandered? Had she spoken something out loud she hadn't meant to? Was it the product of an illicit substance? I don't know. Is it so much to ask that remarks be cogent? Is it really so much to ask?