"Sarah: Hey Ann, I saw one of your friends today.
Angie: Oh really, did he think you were me?
Sarah: Yeah.
Angie: Did you tell him you weren't me?
Sarah: No, we were just passing each other, so I just said "hi".
Angie: Did you ask his name?
Sarah: No.
Angie: What does he look like?
Sarah: Uh...Brown hair.
Angie: O-kaaaay...light or dark?
Sarah: Dark...I think...medium brown.
Angie: Curly or straight? Long or short?
Sarah: Kinda wavy, but pretty straight. Not really long or really short.
Angie: Uh-kaay, that narrows the possibilities down about 40%. Make that 25% since nearly half of Penn is Jewish.
Sarah: Well, he was white. And tall.
Angie: Mmm-kay, since you don't know him, he's probably in one of my math classes. Or my french class. Or...shit, I give up."
So after this happened for the 47th time today, we decided that from now on, if we see a non-mutual friend, then we will ask him (or her) his name, so that we can avoid these pointless guessing games. Speaking of which, I heard the following mini-conversation on Locust Walk today:
"Person 1: You know, what I was thinking yesterday?
Person 2: What?
Person 1: I was thinking that life without alcohol would be like a broken pencil.
Person 2: How so?
Person 1: Totally pointless.
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