Two guys are sitting at a table not too far away from me. There's nothing particularly outlandish about either of them, but together they have a penchant for hilarious conversation. The best part is that they don't seem to be aware of how funny they actually are. Examples:
"What texting plan you got?"
"Unlimited, but I'm almost out."
"You know, if I like a girl and she likes me, I'm gonna date her."
"Funny how that works out."
I've been stopping by the Starbucks on Berwyn before every class I've had with the Neo-Futurists. Every time I grab a coffee there there's this short white-haired man in big round cokebottle glasses that make his eyes look comically larger than they actually are. The collar he wears indicates that he's a priest or something of the kind.
The last time I was there I was waiting for the restroom to open up. The restrooms are single occupancy, so there's almost always a wait.
So I'm standing in front of the door for the men's restroom when I hear a flush. And from out of the women's restroom walks the priest.
I look at him and involuntarily cock my head.
"Sure," he replies. "I do it. Everybody else does it." And with that he walks off.
I realize what the heck, they are individual restrooms, it doesn't matter, and decide to use the women's restroom. I realize that it is in no way different from the guys' room.