
I bring up my love of glass figurine French horns because I overheard a hilarious conversation on a crowded uptown 5 train this week. Two women and a man got on and shared my subway pole. The two women were evidently sisters, and the guy was either their friend or one of their husbands or boyfriends:
Younger Sister: (laughing) Remember the time we surprised Mom and Dad with an anniversary dinner on the back deck and you played the French horn while they ate?
Man: (laughing) No way.
Older Sister (laughing) Yeah, I think I played "We Didn't Start the Fire."
Younger Sister (laughing harder) Oh my God! "We Didn't Start the Fire!" (laughing)
Older Sister: Yeah. And I defintely played a medley.
Younger Sister: A medley! (laughing hysterically) Do you still have that French horn?
Older Sister: Somewhere, yeah.
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Then they got off the train, and I started cracking up, picturing the scene myself. It still makes me laugh, and those people aren't even in my family. I wonder if their parents are still married.
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