
Sometimes I think I should staple my ears closed when I go out in public lest I be fatally infected with The Ridiculous and The stupid.
Tonight at a diner while getting a quick dinner after attending a rehearsal for a play I'm writing about, I'm sitting across the aisle from a party o' four, of whom the one doing most of the talking seemed straight out of Goomba Central Casting, with a voice that carried, yielding such as:
"No, I didn't sleep with your aunt!" Followed a few minutes later by, "No, I didn't sleep with your mom!"
And this exchange:
"Yeah, she came out of gay-ism."
"Gay-ism?"
"Yeah, I converted her. Two months with me and she lost the butch."
"Okay, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's not anymore attracted to wo ..."
"Now you're confusin' me."
Then there's the exchange between cashiers at the local grocery whilst I waited in line. (Facebook friends will have seen this one.)
"She said I was incompetent!"
"She did."
"I can't be incompetent -- I don't even know what 'incompetent' means."
(The last sentence stated with an air of triumphalism. You won, I guess.
I live in a sitcom, I does. Whether it's long jumped the shark isn't for me to judge.