Conversations with Owen, Vol. 1, Iss. IX

Owen and I are reading books, and we are discussing different construction jobs. He points to a front-end loader.

Owen: What's that guy's job?
Me: He's a front-end loader driver.
Owen: Is that your job?
Me: No, I work at the newspaper. You know that.
Owen: Oh, right. But what's your job called?
Me: I'm an editor.
Owen: An editor?
Me: Right. Actually, my job is called night editor.
Owen: Why?
Me: Because I work at night.
(Pause)
Owen: Like Batman?

I would look pretty good in a cowel.