After some careful fumbling and a quizzical look, I was told that he was just “adjusting the twiggenberries”. Or, at least that’s what I heard. On further quizzical looks, I was told it was actually “the twig and berries” or, as they call it in that circle of folks who skronks onstage at the opera, “the twig and potatoes”.
There you go. Today’s non sequitor.