Vix's book the other day and popped into one of our local charity shops (of which there are several) to scour for a bargain. The three white-haired ladies behind the counter all chirped a merry 'good morning' as I set about rootling through the second-hand books and anti-macassers.
Since I was the only customer in the shop, I couldn't HELP but overhear their conversation which went EXACTLY like this. Honest to God. Not a single Hestia-inspired embellishment, cross my heart and hope for gallstone pain.
Specs: I might pop up and see Hobble this afternoon.
Pearls: Why? What's up with Hobble?
Specs: She's been in and had to get a new hip. AND she might need to get a new knee.
Pearls and Fur Coat make clucking, caring noises.
Fur Coat: And why is this the first time I have heard about this?
Specs shakes her head. Maybe you weren't in here when we were told?
Pearls *in conspiratorial tones* You know Brooch?
Specs and Fur Coat murmur their assent
Pearls continues: Well, SHE went in for a new hip and SHE was told there was something wrong with her shin bone too. AND THEY BROKE HER SHIN BONE AND RE-SET IT!!!
Specs makes shocked noises and begins to cash up the till. It is not even midday.
By this time I have worked my way around to the handbags and am studying a nice leaf green one that might be quite useful. I spot a navy blue one that is capacious but does look a bit 'old lady'. I fiddle with the clips, testing them for durability for potential Nintendo DS stuffing.
Specs sighs and looks out at people wandering by, making the most of the remains of the morning. 'Anyway. I might pop along to the bakers and get a wee cake for Hobble and I this afternoon'.
Fur Coat: Are you going to go up to see Hobble?
Specs: Yes. I'll get my washing hung out and then go.
Fur Coat: Why are you going up to see Hobble?
Specs: Because she's had a new hip and might need a new knee.
Fur Coat *indignant*: And why is this the first time I have heard about this?
Reader, I just put the two handbags back on the hook and backed out of the shop as the three of them once again launched into their discussion of new knees and hips.
*shoot me now*
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