"Nice party." "What?"
"Oh my God," I said to a nice lady at our table. "I'm officially old."
"What?"
"I'm officially old."
"I'm cold, too."
"Not cold. Old.
"Old?"
"Yes."
"Sorry, I can't hear anything."
"I know. That's why I left the dance floor. And I love to dance."
"CAN WE SPEAK IN ALL CAPS?"
"SURE. I LEFT THE DANCE FLOOR CUZ THE MUSIC WAS TOO LOUD."
"YOU SHOULD DO WHAT I DO AT THESE THINGS."
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
"I WEAR EAR PLUGS."
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