So Wednesday night I'm sitting on the train headed home from work. In front of me there are these two middle-aged women talking to each other. Loud enough for everyone in the car to hear. They had just finished discussing in great detail another woman's divorce--including this "new Lexus every three years" part of her settlement. Then a subject change--one of them starts talking about this trip she had recently made to to Boston, which included a visit to Paul Revere's house. As she starts to describe what his house looks like, the other woman asks her "now what was it that Paul Revere was noted for?"
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I just had to share that. Tomorrow, a return to knitting content.
1 comment:
oh brother - that's almost as bad as the guy we overheard at dinner last week saying that Rip Van Winkle was a real person.
Roger had to restrain me from getting up and going over to the table to correct him.
Witnessing idiocy in action is SO frustrating. ;o)
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