when people are laughing at you while laughing with you and laughing with you while laughing at you and one slightly outweighs the other, this is the crux of justified absurdity.
… i was woken by a head sticking through the bedroom window asking for “mike” who i said “does not live here” and had to assure the caller i was “certain”. he persisted scratching at the screen, this time in the workroom, all through (my) breakfast, repeatedly asking for mike. (for a time, i was concerned but soon realized he was harmless. and anyway,) at some point he gave up, cursed mike for misinforming him, and himself for not remembering the address properly, and the world for not being upside down, (as he was on its bottom rung appartently), and dissapared.