|Did you hear THAT?|
Then the last kid in line would say what they "heard", and we'd see how far off it was, and it was always way, wayyyy off.
YEAH. THAT GAME.
Well, my friends, in case you were waiting til you're a grownup to find out if that ever ends, let me be the first to whisper in your ear...it never ends, ever. NEVER. EVER.
I've been off for awhile, enjoying family and some company, and graduations, etc. You know...real life. And I don't get out much, so when I do...I tend to chatter like a chipmunk on Red Bull.
ANYway. I happened to be chatting, as is my way, with someone a few weeks ago, and I randomly got on the line of conversation that goes like this: "We're getting older, and I totally get the snow bird thing, and I'd love to see France...so...someday, yeah, it'd be nice to travel. Maybe we'll actually DO that." (Right after we pay off our debts, buy a car, and put two kids through college... but sometime before the actual nursing home. Yes. Definitely. Maybe.)
So...today, we heard from an unrelated other friend, who heard from a friend, who heard it from these people I talked to. He asked if we were, "uh...going to Europe for two months", because...you know...HOW CAN YOU AFFORD THAT???
*insert blank shocked face here*
Yes, my friends. APPARENTLY THE GAME NEVER ENDS.
What they don't let you do in grade school, though, is go to the back of the line and SLAP the kid at the end for blabbing the wrong info to the whole world. They assumed that somewhere along the way, we were also supposed to learn to FILTER out what *is* chit-chat/gossipy nonsense, and what *is* interesting news. Apparently, this is still a huge problem for some people (see also: pretty much every single Facebook post ever written).
But still. Just...wow. I'd say I'm speechless, but of course...I'm so not. It does feel a little like camp, though.