Overheard: So, on Friday I caught a snippet of a conversation between three of the younger lady members of the previously mentioned Book Club. They were discussion the next book we were to read for this up coming Tuesday�s meeting. (Pat Conroy�s �Beach Music� which is sucky tripe, for the record. )
Intern�s cube. Friday, November 9, 2001. Approx 2:21pm
Overheard: (no exaggeration here):
Girl 1: �Hey guys, umm, you know, no one�s read the book.�
Girl 2: �Yeah, I know, it�s like totally long, like 880 pages or something.�
Girl 3: �Yeah, and it�s like, so sad I can�t even read it�
Girl 1: �I know� we should just have a party instead�
Girl 2: �Yeah!�
Girl 3: �Well, I wanna read a book, though too, ya know?�
Girl 1: �Yeah we can still read a book and have a party�
Girl 2: �Yeah, we can still read a book and have a party!�
Girl 1: �Hey, you know what we should read? Like, Confessions of a Shopaholic�
Girl 2: �What?��
Girl 3: �No, wait - it�s like, totally funny � it�s about this lady who can�t stop shopping and she totally maxes out her credit cards and she totally goes broke buying like, all of this stuff ��
Girl 2: �Oh, that sounds funny!�
Girl 1: �Yeah, or you know they have those Sex in the City Books�
Girl 2: �Yeah! I know this should be like, fun�
Girl 2: �Or like, I know! I know! Bridget Jones� Diary!!!�
All in Unison: �Oh my GOD I LOVE THAT BOOK!!�
So, you see, clearly I need to, you know, quit.
Oh � poo! I am not a crank! Before you all accuse me of being some sort of literary snob I did actually read the Bridget Jones book (pre-pre movie) and I thought it was cute. I just � I am just getting old and cranky.
Like yesterday, I was driving around with The Ramones blaring having an all right time until I pulled into the Edie Bauer Home parking lot and realized I was listening to The Ramones in the Edie Bauer Home parking lot.
Some worlds just should not meet.
p.s. yes, things just get creepier and creepier the older I get.
p.p.s. click above on love and affection for sale and gimme some love if you wanna!