I witnessed this conversation on public transit today. The parentheses included are my thoughts.
I promise this actually happened.
Girl 1 (let's call her Agnes): I've been playing Pokemon Y lately, and the graphics are so good. Like, you can get lost in a town and forget what you're doing they're so good. (Hmm. Pokemon. I SHALL EAVESDROP--even though she's practically yelling and obviously feels no shame. Respect.)
Girl 2 (how about Juanita?): Yeah, I've heard it's pretty good.
Agnes: Yeah, it is. I really love *Pokemon name I do not recognize*, it's just so cute!! (No it's not, Agnes. It's not one of the original 150. GEEZ.)
Juanita: OH YEAH! I love Gengar.
Agnes: Oh man, my Gengar is beast. Like, he just destroys everything. (Including your reputation. Right now.)
Juanita: What Pokemon do you have?
Agnes: On my current game? (This face)
Juanita: Yeah. How often do you play it?
Agnes: Well, not very much right now.
Juanita: I totally hear you. Lots of homework?
Agnes: No, that's not why. It actually reminds me of my summer fling. (This face)
Juanita: Yeah?
Agnes: Yeah. We'd play it together long distance while he was working on the other side of the country, but after the break-up...I'm just not ready to play it again yet. (This face)
And if this wasn't weird enough, on my walk home I noticed something small and white rustling in a bush. Instead of the usual terror I experience with rustling bushes, my thought process went more along the lines of "Is it a dog? A cat? I bet it's a dog." As I walked farther down the sidewalk, nearing the bush, the white thing moved closer to the edge where I'd finally be able to see what it was. And...it wasn't a dog. It was a chicken.
I will never say Wednesdays are boring ever again.
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