This afternoon was a case in point: a lady and her teenage daughters were walking in front of us at about the same speed. Molly and I got the pleasure of following them from about 20 yards to the rear for a couple of miles. That in and of itself isn't interesting; the fact that the lady and her daughters were carrying on a discussion in voices that approached foghorn levels was.
I was a bit confused over their topic of discussion for the first part of the walk. I was torn between believing that the topic was basketball, soccer, or vinyl siding. Some of the phrases I overheard were:
"It is so big that I can't fit it through the hoop."Of course, the bits and snippets Molly and I overhead were tantalizing but very uninformative as to what exactly was being discussed in such stentorian tones.
"Mine is so straight and thin that everything keeps falling off."
"I'm jealous of you because mine won't fill them out."
"I'm jealous because mine won't fit in the gap."
After 15 minutes, the conversation became clearer. They were discussing their derrières!
Now all I hope for is to see this on tomorrow's walk: