“Well...” The first man started speaking and then stopped.
“His raindrop got hit by another raindrop. And then won. It shouldn’t count.” He said, as if that was the biggest issue in the world.
“It should! The raindrop started the race and that same liquid, ok not just that raindrop but... That same liquid made it to the bottom of the window before his!”
“But that wasn’t the same raindrop that started the race!”
“Yes it was!” the conversation had escalated back into shouting. I had to intervene.
“Ok. Why not try a different bet?” I asked, hoping to stop the argument before someone got hurt or thrown out of the club.
“Because this was the decider bet!”
“We both finished our original bet at the same time. So we did this one, as the decider.” The way the man said this, made it sound like it was really quite obvious and he was astounded that I needed this explained to me.
“What was the original bet?” I know it was stupid to get further involved, but I just had to know more.
“Which is quicker; cycling from London to Dover and back again or drawing one million dots.”
This original bet sounded marvelous. Who would decide to visit Dover, of all places? Drawing a million dots sounded easy.
“And which was quicker?”
“Neither!” Both men said together, oddly in sync again.
“That’s why we decided to race raindrops.” The image of racing raindrops, raindrops saddled up with little jockeys entertained me for a while, and I missed the argument coming back into full power around me.
At this point, i decided it was futile to even try to reason with the two men and with a much quieter exit than entrance; left the room.