Beaver or Diva?

I overheard a conversation on the tram this week between a man and woman. This is how it went:

WOMAN: (LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW AND POINTING): She’s a diva.

MAN: (A LITTLE LOUDER): A beaver?

WOMAN: (A LITTLE LOUDER): A diva.

MAN: (MUCH LOUDER) A beaver?

WOMAN: (VERY MUCH LOUDER): No! A diva!

MAN: (VERY LOUD) What’s a diva?

WOMAN: (LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW AND POINTING): She is. (SIGHS & THEN QUIETLY) Oh, she’s gone now.

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