And to your left...

Today I was in the bookstore browsing when my ears picked up the rather loud conversation going on behind me. Now don't think of me as easedropping as I would have loved nothing more in the world than to shut out the offensive noise yet I was not allowed this and so...
The cast:
Me: Me
LI: Loud Idiot
LIF: Loud Idiot's Friend

LIF: Why not this book?
LI: I don't know. I really don't like to read much. I doesn't have alot of big words does it? I hate books with big words.
Me: ((then why the hell are you in a bookstore...))
LI: I mean this one time I read Frankenstein... Well I didn't actually read it. I read the cliffnotes. I tried to read it but all the big words. I just couldn't understand it!
Me: ((my freakin' little sister is reading that for school...))
LI: I mean why couldn't they just write with smaller words. So it's easier to understand... Who was it that wrote that again?
LIF: Uh...
LI: It was Anne-something...
Me: ((your kidding me...))
LI: Anne Frank! Yeah, it was Anne Frank wasn't it? That wrote Frankenstein...
Me: ((enough of this...)) *turns around slightly towards LI* It was Mary Shelley.
LI & LIF: *stunned silence followed by them leaving the row*

If my butting into conversations leads to such results again I might just have to do it more often. ^.^