Friday afternoon Jeremy and I got pizza with a bunch of people from the biology department. The dinner was a celebration as our dear friends and former biology grad students, Emily & Alan, are in town visiting for a few weeks. They are staying with us and we are delighted to host them. (They are real troopers. Our guest room only has a twin bed and they've had to use our cots/sleeping bags/air mattress with a slow leak.)
As everyone enjoyed the pizzas, I got to catch up with some of our friends I hadn't seen in a while. One of these friends has been a great donor to my workplace, as we often need household items to furnish apartments for the homeless women with children we house and support. She brings us nice sheets and blankets, televisions, and kitchen wares. As can happen with a large group, multiple conversations were taking place concurrently. I'd like to share a slice of the dialogue.
Beckie: Erin, do you need some twin-sized flannel sheets? I'm hanging on to them but don't have a twin-sized bed anymore.
Erin: Sure! We really need some twin-sized sheets right now. We only have twin-sized beds because that discourages sleepovers and overnight visitors, if you know what I mean.
Emily: What do you mean?
Erin: Frankly, we don't think overnight guests are appropriate.
Emily: (After period of awkward silence accompanied by apologetic expression) I guess we can stay with the Morales family...
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