Fell off a ladder

Today.

Bob is draping a giant American flag on his roof. An inflatable Uncle Sam sits on the front porch. There is a big pile of fireworks on the front lawn.

Hey, Bob, haven't seen you since you fell off that ladder. Whatcha doing?

Oh, hey Paul! Don't mean to brag, but I plan on having the best fourth of July decorations in the neighborhood!

Uh, why's that?

Ha ha!

Are you all right, Bob?

Of course I'm all right! Although I guess I'd have to be a little crazy to put this much effort into my fourth of July decorations, right? That is what you're getting at, right?

Yeah, sure. Decorations look great, Bob.

Boy, it sure is cold for July, don'tcha think!

Does your head hurt, Bob?

Why would my head hurt?

Well, you fell off that ladder.

Oh, that little thing? I'm AOK, just working on my decorations here!

Yeah, that's the thing, Bob.

Leaves are orange. Don't usually see that in July, do ya!

I know, Bob, that's why--

Must be that global warming you hear about all the time.

I'm not sure that's what it is, Bob.

You're right, because it's never this cold in July!

Bob, it's not July.

Wha--what?

It's not July, Bob. It's November.

What the fuck are you trying to say, Paul?

I'm not trying to say anything, Bob, I just want to make sure--

What? What? Oh God. Oh my God.

Now calm down, Bob. It's OK, you're just a little mixed up because you fell off that ladder.

Oh my God. Oh. My. Christ.

Bob, it's November.

NO. NO. MY NAME IS BOB PHILLIPS, I LIVE AT 21 THATCHER LANE, AND IT IS JULY.

Bob, I think you should--

GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.