A couple of weeks ago, the members of Team Cool Until You Are In It met for coffee with a candidate to replace Cinnomoroll.
The group was generally awkwardly (as these things tend to be) chatting and talk turned to where we all lived, and I happened to mention in passing that I walked to work.
The following conversation ensued:
Pubes (incredulous): “You walk to work?!?!?”
Carol (matter of fact): “Yes”
Pubes (increasingly more incredulous): “Every day?!?!?!”
Carol: “Yes. I walk home every day too”
Pubes (more incredulous still): “You walk to work and home from work every day?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!”
Carol (thinking, how hard is this to understand?): “Yes, I walk to work and home from work everyday”
Pubes (looking me up and down): “Hmmmmmm, you must drink a lot of alcohol then”