Conversation with a friend, as we walk to the elevators:
Friend: So, what are you up to this weekend?
Me: Saturday we are going to the Chihuly museum.
Friend: Oh, you know it’s not just Chihuly, right? It’s devoted to glass in general.
Me: No, I hadn’t realized.
Friend: Yeah, they even have a glass blowing room, where you can see people making art and stuff.
At this point the elevator arrives containing two people. We enter.
Friend: The last time I went they were blowing a squirrel.
Me: A squirrel?
Friend: Yeah, it was like this three-foot high squirrel, and there were two or three people blowing it. Like, taking turns.
Me: That’s kind of strange.
Friend: Not at all what I was expecting to see, that’s for sure.
We arrive at the next floor. The two other people exit looking perplexed and creeped out.