Storm And Stress

‘Did you know that there is a light out near the HP Sauce?’ he asked.
I looked at him. What sort of diabolical question was this?
Was it existential? Meta-physical? Rational? Post-modern? Empirical?
Surely the light was a fixed object and the HP Sauce was transferable, mutable, so the question should be posed the other way round? Unless by 'light', he meant hope, desire, perhaps life itself…
My mind churned. My guts knotted. I was mentally outgunned. I would have to admit defeat.
The sentence ‘I bow to your superior reasoning and renounce any further questioning evermore’ formed in my mouth.
‘You know,’ he added, ‘where the HP Sauce packaging is displayed. A spotlight has gone out.’
One of the other Museum volunteers stepped in. ‘OK, thanks. We’ll fix it.’
A simple answer, sometimes they are the best, but I still think that Wittgenstein would have wrestled with the proposition differently and shown the brash upstart the fallacy in his logic.