Conversation snippet that tempted me stop and dawdle over the detergent, except that I had somewhere to be and two little ones on the edge of meltdown (well, one…Michael the Baby was just on the edge of falling out of the cart, since I picked the only one without a functioning seat belt, apparently…)

Anyway. Woman on a cel phone In Meier’s in Fort Wayne, pushing her cart and saying, "When you get to the Parthenon, there’s a sign in front that…."

Which Parthenon? Nashville or Athens? What does the sign say?

It’s a tough job, being nosy…