Whole family went to a ballgame tonight. At the turnstile my husband went first with the tickets, and I herded the kids along ahead of me so I could make sure we all stayed together.
The man at the turnstile took our tickets from my husband, and turned to count heads. “One, two, three, four,” he noted, punching our stack of tickets. “And I’ll give it to the lady in the rear.”
“But I hardly know you,” I protested, taking the tickets.
He started to say “Okay,” then realized what I’d said and laughed.
And the Durham Bulls won, 3-0.