She: “Yes, she got some very good news. We’ve got to celebrate. ‘Bye!”
G (over-hearing): “Excuse me, but I’m going to butt in. What’s your good news? If you don’t say, I’m telling everyone you’re pregnant.”
Me: “I found out about grad school. I got in!”
G: “That’s great! Congratulations!”
Me (walking away): “Yeah, strange degree program. It only takes nine months to complete.”
She (whispering): “Wah?…it does?”
Me (whispering): “Wait for it…wait for it…”
G: “Okay, that does it! I’m spreading the rumor anyway!”
Me: “Ahhhh, my work here is done.”
