"So, uh, you're the Dalai Lama, huh?" Even I thought it sounded stupid, but my mind had gone blank.
"Yes. Yes I am. Nice to meet you," he nodded and smiled. He seemed like a nice guy. "May I have a menu?" he asked.
"What? Oh, yeah sure," I had a menu under my arm, and I started to hand it to him, but I got distracted by a thought and tucked it back under my arm, leaving his reaching hand empty, "Say, uh, Dalai, can I ask you a question?" I sat down across from him in the booth.
A very subtle pained expression crossed his face, but I was oblivious. "Okay, sure," he said, smiling some more.
"So, uh, if God can do anything, can he make a big rock?" Was that it? That didn't sound right.
He looked a little puzzled, but answered softly, "If a god made everything, if that's true, then that god made many big rocks." His countenance relaxed a little, "I think," he said, "that what you really want to know is whether a god could make a rock so big that that god could not lift that rock. The question is a paradox." He tilted his head slightly and looked, unblinking, into my eyes. He'd walked right into it!
"Well, I mean, a rock that big would have to be pretty big right? It'd have to be like a planet, which means it'd be in space, right? Well guess what, Dalai, there ain't no weight in space. Hell, I could lift a planet, if I could get close enough to one of them." I think he was impressed, but he may have felt stupid for not realizing this himself. I'd just meant to stump him, I'd not meant to make him look bad. Still, I couldn't help feeling pretty proud of myself.
"Well, there you have it," he said. "Could I get some water and a menu?"