Overheard in TK Maxx shoe department: a person of indeterminate gender (transsexual, I think, but not sure which way) loudly bemoaning on his/her mobile not being asked to be a pall bearer at his/her auntie's funeral, then hanging up on the person who decided he/she could be a pall bearer. You couldn't make this stuff up.
Odd rumour of the week in my part of the world: our local transsexual who dresses like a 1950s housewife and rides a bike everywhere (causing many a traffic accident) put an ad in the post office saying he was looking for a wife. I'd like to see the replies.
Teenage temper tantrum No. 1: me getting upset when a mutual friend sent two friends one of those chain texts and didn't send one to me (or so I thought).
Teenage temper tantrum No. 2: me (again!!) telling off my daughter when she came to my room while I was getting dressed to ask me if I was coming down to see mother-in-law.
Teenage temper tantrum No. 3: Daughter (hooray! not me!) upset when I refused to take two of her friends home while I was supposed to be getting ready for a night out.
Most meaningless conversation of the week: Between two friends and myself about how to pronounce tuna. Apparently, I say toona, my Scottish friend says chuna, and my friend from the Midlands say tuna. They all sound the same to me, particularly after two bottles of wine.