You see, I was invited to my friend's church for a social. I had not known before that this was a church social nor had I been to her church so I really did not know what to expect. As I became reacquainted with my friend I noticed she had a bit of a problem. A talking problem.
Talker's mom was not an integral part of any of the conversations, but she made her point known and randomly poked her head in to revel in her daughter's greatness or laugh at her jokes.
I awaited the arrival of others until my hopes were crushed by Talker who said she only invited me and one other poor soul friend. When I found out who it was I nearly jumped with glee because he would be able to provide me with jokes that did not require awkwardly smiling and shaking my shoulders in the attempt to simulate some sort of laugh.
Due to our efficiency, skill and mindfulness, we managed to reach almost 2 hours late.
When we FINALLY got to the church, which Talker constantly reminded me was in the "grotto", we had to wait on the other hopeless individual trapped by fate person to come. The church really was in the ghetto but that did not phase us, we waited outside for our friend who I shall call "The D".
We were then called upstairs (where the actual social was happening) and greeted the 20 people that left their homes to come to a fail of a social where the only food provided was from us. The other food that was there (corned beef sandwiches) were not a favorite among guests.
We took our seats and were bombarded with the Talker's jokes and her views on a friend of her's. Talker is put in bright red because of how annoying she is her bright and vivacious personality.
Talker: And she is never without a boyfriend. She just ALWAYS has one.
Me: How old is-
Talker: 16
David: Well, from what-
Talker: She's from my school! And she's in grade 11. Its craaaaaaaaaaaazy!
Me: Her multiple boyfriends are from here?
Talker: (who was clearly distracted; notice the lack of interruption) No. From School X. She basically knows half the population!
David: My school?
Talker: Duh! There is no other School X, unless you mean the girl's school HAW HAW!!!! *heartily laughs out loud*
Then the girl with the multiple boyfriends approached us. From Talker's description we assumed this:
We were wrong.
But what was even funnier was:
This girl made it so obvious that she liked The D, we decided to test it out. Talker stayed oblivious as always.
This was the only form of entertainment we had, it was either this or play scrabble...
We decided against scrabble...
