We live in a pretty tall high-rise, so the elevator rides can get rather long. No one talks around mixed company in the elevator — all conversations quickly end if anyone else enters.
Kids are the exception. They always talk, and it’s usually hilarious.
We were joined in the elevator yesterday by a man and his elementary-aged daughter.
Girl: “Daddy, can I spend this $5 bill in Nashville? Do they accept dollars there?”
Father: “Well, where is Nashville located?”
Girl: “Tennessee! Do they use dollars in Tennessee?”
Father: “Well, what country is Tennessee in?”
Girl: “I dunno, Mexico? It’s far enough and we sure ate a lot of Mexican food last time we were there.”
Us:
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