A cluster of male students were not-lurking at the end of a cross hall that has some study carrels and tables in it. I had stopped in the main hall to move some fallen locker decorations out of the traffic lane.
Serious Sophomore: Really?
Jaunty Junior: Oh yeah! And not only did it only cost two dollars, but it’s not real silver, so she won’t have to polish it.
Stunned Senior: Dude! Don’t say that out loud.
J. Jr.: Why? What’s wrong?
I’m struggling to remain invisible and silent as the guys inform our hero why one does not brag about such things, especially when girls might be near. I managed to contain my laughter until I snuck past the cross-hall and got to the main workroom, where the copier and conversation sounds drowned out my guffaws.