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September 24, 2008
Teens Today
I was just at the Cherry Creek mall, dropping ducats on some very schwanky sunglasses at Neimans (recession? economic collapse? say whuuu?) and cold-kicking it with the fair Angela on her break from work. While Angela haggled with the staff at Starbucks to exchange her stale "Snickerdoodle" for some sort of chocolate-covered pumpkin bread cookie (I have no idea), I overheard two teenagers sitting next to us having the most bizarre and casual conversation ever. It seemed like the volume kept going in and out (or maybe it was my overtaxed brain melting into my ear canals) but forthwith, a brief summary of the snippets I heard:
He: I congratulate you for being so wealthy.
She: I know. I can't believe it. My mom told me and I couldn't believe it.
He: You'll inherit a lot of money, which is cool. It's too bad he had to die.
***
He: Have you seen the movie [about your family/dead father/dead uncle]?
She: No but I saw the book. Didn't Spielberg make it?
He: We had to watch it in school. It was boring.
***
He: I don't like the sing-along.
She: I don't like it either.
He: (Most nonchalant tone ever) When my brother died, I just stayed in the basement playing video games while they all sang in the living room.
She: Yeah, my aunt is having 40 people over to sing. Have you even seen where she's living?
And scene.
I clearly need to spend more time at the mall. That dialogue has given me material for four short stories and an opera.
Posted by Bree at September 24, 2008 05:58 PM