Overheard at the supermarket while waiting on line:
Sassy Lady: Mom, you wanna get those cookies on sale?
Mom: No, I don’t think I like them.
Sassy Lady: But they’re on SALE.
Mom: Alright, let me see them.
*Mom examines the box carefully. She puts them on the conveyor belt.*
Sassy Lady: Mom. You should totally get that bread, too. It’s on sale.
Sassy Lady: MOM. Did you hear me?
*Mom is searching in her cavernous purse. I shift my weight to the other foot.*
Sassy Lady: What are you looking for?
Mom: I think I have a coupon for that bread. Will they take a coupon even if it’s on sale?
Sassy Lady: What the — haven’t you ever been shopping before? Of course they do.
Mom: I found it!
*Mom moves items up to cashier, then hands her the cookies and the bread.*
Mom: Here, I changed my mind, I don’t want these.
It says something that I was fascinated by this particular conversation. I don’t want to think about what it says, but boy does it say something.