Rehearsal dinner?
I was going down the escalator at Belk’s today and somehow got in the middle of a bunch of shopping bridesmaids. One young woman was in front of me, and the rest were behind. One of the ones behind me said, “so, uh, a dress… fortherehearsaldinner. You got one?” The woman in front of me turned around and said, “What?”
Behind: Rehearsal dinner?
Ahead: …What?
Behind: Rehearsal dinner?
Ahead: …Huh?
Behind: Rehearsal dinner?
Ahead: …What?
Behind: Rehearsal dinner?
Ahead: …What?
Me: Do you have a rehearsal dinner dress?
Ahead: Oh! No, not yet.
At which point we all got off the escalator and they were all giggling at the turn of events. Fine, I’m crazy lady, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. Seriously, it was like being surrounded by parrots. Besides, the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
Well, at least they have something to talk about now. “Crazy lady.” “…what?”