Scene: In front of the TV in a Hampton Inn lobby in Minnesota last month. That Frosted Mini Wheats commercial comes on where the Mini Wheat says to the little girl in the spelling bee, “Aardvark. It’s the first word in the dictionary.”
Guy 1: Heh. The first word in the dictionary isn’t “aardvark.” It’s “a.”
Guy 2: “A”? I thought that was a letter.
Guy 1: Not “a” the letter, “a” the word. As in “take ‘a’ hike.”
I work at a summer camp for kids age 5-12, many of whom are naturally overinterested in the love lives of we counselors. At lunch today:
Ten-Year-Old Girl: You’re dating Counselor #1, right?
Nine-Year-Old Girl: Is she your girlfriend?
Counselor #2: Uh, yes. Yes, she is.
Ten-Year-Old Girl: Have you kissed her yet?
Nine-Year-Old Girl: Have you proposed?
Counselor #2: Whoa, slow down! You’re asking about kissing and suddenly I have to propose?
Nine-Year-Old Girl: Have you hugged her?
Ten-Year-Old Girl: I’ve hugged. I’ve been hugging since the fifth grade. [deliberate pause] And I’m in the fifth grade.
Exasperated female half of a couple exiting their vehicle next to mine as I’m loading my purchases into my car in the Walmart parking lot: “No, Walmart is NOT for trashy people! This lady [gestures to me] shops at Walmart!”
I overheard a (nursing home) resident talking to their daughter on the phone: “Well I had peaches. I think they were peaches, they felt like peaches when that crazy lady threw them on me but they didn’t really taste like peaches. Should I ask the nurse, or…oh what where you saying dear? No apricots, yes peaches…”