Angry woman in her mid-thirties: You’ve beat that one to death, mother. I was three!
Apparently the lady’s mother: You win some, you lose some.
Angry lady: I was not eleven! When I was eleven, we were eating artichokes with butter!
Apparently the lady’s mother: You win some, you lose some.
Angry lady: I was not eleven! When I was eleven, we were eating artichokes with butter!
Overheard this conversation in the Murky parking lot. I really wish I knew the background story. How could someone be so upset about artichokes and three-year-olds?
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