Me: “Locality, it would make sense that the doctor would be in-”
Bl: (interrupting, actually assume from now on that Bl is interrupting unless otherwise indicated) “Nope. The boy’s father is DEAD, were you not paying attention.”
Me: “Sorry, I missed that.”
Bl: (smugly) “No.”
Me: “The doctor is the boy’s mother?”
Bl: “Wrong!”
Me: “The doctor is mistaken?”
Bl: (offended) “No. Why would you think that. The Doctor has made no mistake You -”
Me: (interrupting) “I’m not accusing-”
Bl: “You are running out of time [Cat]!”
Me: “The doctor is also the boy’s ‘reverend’?”
Bl: “No the doctor is part of the boy’s family?”
Me: “But not the boy’s Mother?”
Bl: “The Doctor is not.”
Me: “The doctor is the boy’s father?”
Bl: “No.”
Me: “The crash victims were taken to another hospital?”
Bl: “No.”
Me: “These are not the crash victims the doctor is looking at?”
Bl: “No.”
[coming at it sideways]
Me: “The dead man was the boy’s biological father.”
Bl: “No, the doctor is not the boy’s father?”
Me: “I’m asking about the dead man. What was his relation to the boy?”
Bl: “You can’t ask that, it is cheating! [blah, blah, blah] His father, his real father.”
Me: “And the doctor is not mistaken.”
Bl: (very offended) “No. He- The Doctor IS NOT.”
Me: “The doctor is the boy’s mother.”
Bl: “WRONG!”
Me: “The doctor is the boy’s step father?”
Bl: “No”
Me: “The boy was adopted. This was...”
Bl: “The doctor and the dead are the boy’s parents. There was no adoption.”
Me: “The doctor is the boy’s divorced -”
Bl: (grabbing at my now empty hand) “No the Doctor is not divorced! You sexist. Give the money now, it is obvious you will never get it.”
Me: (backing away) “No, I still have time.”
[This is were my answers become a bit screwy, I don’t remember the exact ordering, but they do go quite further than the original riddle was intended to. And yes I did keep going back to the previous answers, that has been omitted for brevity.]
Me: “The doctor and the man were married?”
Bl: (sneering)“Are married.”
Me: “And the Doctor is not the boy’s mother.”
Bl: “No the doctor is not.”
Me: “So the doctor and the man both married the boy’s mother.”
Bl: “What?”
Me: “Bigamists - There was no divorce but they both married the boy’s mother.”
Bl: “No. Why would you think that- You’re damn sexist pig. Why-”
Me: (interupting) “Then they married each other?”
Bl: “Yes. A marriage is only between two people.”
Me: “Then the boy’s biological father was a widower, and married this doctor.”
Bl: “What does that have to do with any thing?”
Me: “I’m asking if the boy is from a previous marriage that ended with the mother’s death, and the man and the doctor married afterwards.”
Bl: (gears turning) “Well a woman has the right to remarry. But that doesn’t have to do with the problem.”
Me: (ignoring the miscopy) “So the doctor and the man married.”
Bl: “Yes, okay. And the doctor is?”

Me: (confidently) “Gay.”

Bl: “NO!” (more swearing) “A marriage is between a man and a woman.”
Me: “So the dead man is a transvestite?”
Bl: “NO!”
Me: “The Doctor?”
Bl: (glares) “No. The doctor is a doctor.”
Me: “Then the doctor is a widower, and married this man.”
Bl: (pause) “And?”
Me: “A mother?”.
Bl: “You Sexist Asshole! Give me the money if you aren’t going to try.”
Me: “I am trying. So the doctor was the boy’s parent from a previous marriage in which the mother died, who then married this man.”
Bl: “Why and how would a dead woman marry? You stui-”
Me: “So the Doctor is the boy’s mother!”
Bl: “No!” (more swearing)
Me: “Stop me when I get it.”
(While Bl is muttering “You don’t get it. Wrong!” repeatedly.)
Me: “The doctor is a sperm donor?”
Me: “The man was a sperm donor?”
Me: “The doctor is also a nun?”
Me: “Then is the doctor also a the mother-superior of a convent, and this is her hospital?”
Bl: (Angry) “No. No. No!”

Bl: (pressing a finger into my chest) "A woman. The answer is a woman! But you Didn't think of that did you! You sexist moron. You are so sexist it never occurred to you that a woman could be a doctor did it?* You dumb [slur] prick! You are so full of yourself thinking that you are smarter than me. But you are as sexist like all men. The woman is a doctor! That is how the boy is her son. A woman -!"
Me: (interrupting) “What-!”
Bl: “The Woman is a doctor.”
Bl: (increasingly condescending) “The boy-”
Bl: “is-”
Bl: “her son.”
Bl: “You f-ing sexist.”
Me: (striking her hand away from my body) "But you said that the doctor was not the boy’s mother!”
Bl: “Because she is not!”
Bl: (wistful)“A woman can be a Doctor, a Priest, a Fireman, Anything-”
Bl: (shouting) “Except for a racist [slur] s-it like you! Now hand my the money!”
-Pause-
Me: “So, your mother is not a woman?”
Bl: (enraged) "What kind of a stupid sexist answer is that? You F-ing SEXIST!"
Me: (while she is raging) “That a no?”

(About twenty minutes of the most hilarious ranting I have ever heard.)

Blonde’s best Friend (Fr): (Investigating the shouting and screaming.) Wait what did he say?
Fr: (some expert coaxing and soothing later) “Tell me what the riddle is, tell me what happened.”
Bl: {repeats the riddle} “And he couldn’t get the answer. He answered nonsense.”
Me: “I answered ‘a mother, she is the boy’s mother’ ”
Bl: “How dare you. She is not a motherf-er because she is a Doctor!”
Fr: (confused) “No he’s right.”
Me: “Doctors can be parents too.”
Bl: (swearing)
Me: “And then I asked if her mother was not a woman.”
Bl: (screaming) “Which is WRONG! The answer is ‘A woman!’”
Fr: (confused) “No he’s right.”
(more hilarious shouting and screaming later)
Me: “I’m guessing the answer was no.”
Fr: (having trouble keeping a strait face) “Just go. I’ll deal with her.”
Me: (surprised that our classmates have gathered in the hallway) “So is anyone’s mother not a woman?**”
Bl: (chasing after me swinging madly shouts) “A woman!”
Fr: (grabs Bl)

*It is also worth mentioning that my mother was two years from completing her MD, and was in the medical profession as an ER nurse for about twenty years at the time of the first exchange.
And I actually did consider Blonde to be smart and clever until this exchange. Afterwards struggled not to think of any blond of either gender as stupid until I eventually did meet a smart (natural) blonde.

**I would later learn that someone’s mother was a man, he was adopted by an openly gay [pair]. And that it was ignorant for me to have asked in this context.