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.
Things In My Head 