I was sitting in the hallway outside Grasshopper's orchestra practice. Two teenaged girls were giggling and gossiping, and planning for next weekend, even though it was Monday night.
I wasn't trying to evesdrop. I was trying to push through a particularly dense section of part two of Thomas Paine's Rights of Man (I am trying to get to "The Age of Reason" where I hope to find out if I really am a Deist for really real...but I like to do things in the right order.)
Anyway, their conversation that had been a back-ground cacaphony of white noise suddenly became a chrystal-clear transmission cutting through my concentration:
Girl one: "I don't know what came over him this morning, he was like all over me."
Girl two: "yeah."
Girl one: "Like, 'How are you?' and 'what are you doing later?' and 'I like your shoes.'"
Girl two: "Omigod, so weird."
Girl one: "Yeah. And I'm like, dude, back off, I mean, two gays do NOT make a straight."
I almost ruptured myself trying not to burst out laughing.