Going Down

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.

Me: Cool.

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.

* * *