HE: So the author of this book I’m reading has written a bunch of stuff on Greece.
ME: Really? What’s he written about grease??
HE: Oh, you know, just the history of it.
ME: Ohh, okay. The history of “Grease.”
HE: Yeah. You know, city-states, Olympics.
(a pause)
ME: Oh. Sure. Greece.
my hubby and i once had about a 25 mile converstaion before we realized we were really talking about 2 different things. sort of comforting to know it’s not just us!
Did it have any pictures of Olivia? She’s a cutie.
cindy — See, now I kinda wish I could have sustained it for 25 miles.
You are inspiring. 😉
Why my first impulse was to assume he was talking about grease is beyond me.
Because it’s automatic…
It’s systematic…
It’s HYYYYYYY-dro-matic…
;o) My family does that all the time, only with people’s names. I have five relatives named Michael, three named Rodger, four named Kenneth…
Well, I guess I have to de-lurk on this one. I laughed out loud. It sounds like most of the conversations I have these days. The only thing is that I also have conversations where what the other person says never gets through. All I hear is a string of words that rhyme with what the other person really said. That’s a trip!