a stalled conversation
Conversation in the ladies' room before watching the OotP movie today:
Teenager (in First Stall): “Hurry! We have to get in there!”
Teenager (in Second Stall): “Are you excited about seeing your boyfriend? *then, in a decent British accent* “‘Arry Pot-tuh.”
Me (in Third Stall): “Hey, that’s my boyfriend!”
Teenager (in First Stall): “Hey, he’s mine!”
Me (in Third Stall): “It’s a big screen. There’s plenty of him to share.”
Teenager (in Second Stall): “Daniel Radcliffe is hawt! I have all his movies except the last one he did.”
Me (in Third Stall): “December Boys? It comes out September 14th."
Teenager (in First Stall): “Who are you?”
Me (in Third Stall): “Um, … evidently, Moaning Myrtle.”
Teenager (in First Stall): “Hurry! We have to get in there!”
Teenager (in Second Stall): “Are you excited about seeing your boyfriend? *then, in a decent British accent* “‘Arry Pot-tuh.”
Me (in Third Stall): “Hey, that’s my boyfriend!”
Teenager (in First Stall): “Hey, he’s mine!”
Me (in Third Stall): “It’s a big screen. There’s plenty of him to share.”
Teenager (in Second Stall): “Daniel Radcliffe is hawt! I have all his movies except the last one he did.”
Me (in Third Stall): “December Boys? It comes out September 14th."
Teenager (in First Stall): “Who are you?”
Me (in Third Stall): “Um, … evidently, Moaning Myrtle.”