In my real life I work at a museum as an educator. I love it. I still can work with the kids, but don't have to deal with meetings, grading, meetings, lesson plans, meetings . . . you get the picture. Anyway, so I'm walking around with a group of high schoolers and one stops next to a huge poster we have hung up near a stairwell. On it, one of our actors is dressed as Annie Oakley and she's holding one of our membership cards.
One of the boys says, "Oh man, Annie Oakley was so cool."
Another asks, "Who's that?"
First kid replies, "Annie Oakley was a famous sharp-shooter during the 1800s. She could even shoot a rifle over her shoulder with just a mirror to help her see."
Second kid says, "1800s? So how did she get to be a member of this museum?"
First kid looks at him like this O_O and finally says, "Duuuuuude."
Second kid, "What?"
First kid, "Never mind."
*sigh* Every time I think I've heard it all, someone sets out to prove me wrong.
