(What follows is a real conversation I let myself get sucked into today. The topic was all the books person A was assigned to read in high school and didn’t. I tried very hard to keep my mouth shut, but I only have so much restraint.)
Person A: Then there was that one about a werewolf.
Person B: Beowulf?
Person A: Yeah, that one.
Me: There are no werewolves in Beowulf. (I swear I was being quiet. I honestly thought no one would hear me.)
Person A: Yeah, well, there’s wolves in it.
Fortunately, I had a legitimate reason to leave at that moment, so I was saved from saying anything else I might regret. I know that not everyone is book obsessed like I am, and I know that I should have just kept my mouth shut. It would have been the polite thing to do. Then again, I suppose blogging about the encounter isn’t terribly polite either.
Oh well, at least I know what happens in Beowulf.