The Typographer and the Dingbat
One fine evening a strolling man heard an exclamation for help from the bottom of a deep well. "What's the matter?" he called down.
"I am a typographer," came the reply. "I was taking a slash, dropped my dagger, and descended into this grave."
"Calm down, dear sir, or you'll have a stroke," said the man.
"One moment, please!" called the typographer. "It's not a stroke; it's a virgule!"
"In that case, I'll go for a long dash," said the man.
"Ellipsis, you dingbat!" cried the typographer, but the man was long gone, and for good.
(We were inspired by a Sufi tale told by Rumi, as collected in Tales of the Dervishes by Idries Shah. Our retelling is dedicated to Paul Dean.)