(My friend and I have been watching a TV show at my place when he falls asleep. I keep the show on and after a while:)

Character On Show: *yelling* “SHIRTS!”

Friend: *grunting loudly* “SHIRTS!”

(I jump, and look over, realise that he is still asleep, and think nothing of it. 15 minutes later he creepily turns to face me, eyes closed:)

Friend: *mumbling* “Have you ever been to Bolivia?”

Me: “…What?”

Friend: “Have you ever been to Bolivia?”

Me: “…No, dear.”

Friend: “You should… It’s popular…”

(He turned away and started snoring. I continued watching the show, baffled, but without further interruption. When I told him later, he aggressively denied it.)

(I’m on a youth mission trip from Saskatchewan to Vancouver, British Columbia. Because of the nature of the trip, we’re not supposed to spend too much money. My friends and are discussing this on the way.)

Me: “I took out $100 and I’m not going to use my debit card.”

Friend #1: “I wonder if the leaders will keep track? It’s not as easy to monitor when everyone has access to their bank accounts. Not like when we go out of the country and you have to exchange money first.”

Friend #2: *gasps* “Guys! I forgot to get my BC money!”

(Yep. She legitimately thought that different provinces in Canada had different forms of currency. And she was better travelled than any of us!)

(I am singing along to ‘Bohemian Rhapsody,’ quietly, as I am horribly tone-deaf and know it. With me is my best friend of ten years and his girlfriend, also a friend of mine of about six years.)

Me: “I wish I was a better singer.”

Friend’s Girlfriend: “Me, too.”

(Friend starts laughing as I pretend to be offended.)

Friend’s Girlfriend: *eyes go wide* “I mean, I wish I could sing, too!”

(I’m alone in my hotel room while on vacation in another state. Because it’s getting late, everything is closed and I’m rather bored. I decide to go to the hotel laundry room to do some laundry and bump into another young woman about my age. She picks up one of my shirts that I’ve dropped on the floor and starts to hand it to me when she sees what’s on it.)

Woman: “Wait, is this yours? You listen to [Metal Band]?”

Me: “Yeah, they’re my favorite band.”

Woman: “Holy crap, mine too!”

(We talk for a bit about music while doing laundry before I return to my room. I’m still bored, so I decide to start playing a video game when I hear a knock at my door.)

Woman: “Sorry if I’m intruding, but I just realized that I’m right next to you and can hear your TV through my wall. Are you playing [Game]?”

Me: “I sure am!”

Woman: “Awesome! I love that game! Can I come play with you? I don’t have anything else to do tonight.”

(I invited her in and we ended up playing for half the night. While playing we discovered that by sheer coincidence we happened to come from the same state in cities that were about thirty minutes away from each other and that we have several other similar interests. And that is the story of how I met my best friend.)

(My boyfriend is on his cellphone, talking to one of his friends. He tells his friend’s half of the conversation to me after he finishes the conversation:)

Friend: “When you came to visit earlier, why didn’t you bring your girlfriend with you?”

Boyfriend: “I came after work. She was at home.”

Friend: “You could have gone home first. I haven’t met her yet. Do you not want her to meet me?”

Boyfriend: “That’s not it. Besides, I think you’d like her. She’s pretty cool.”

(At this point, I’ve walked into the living room and am whistling.)

Friend: “What’s that noise?”

Boyfriend: “Oh, that’s [My Name] whistling.”

Friend: “Is that the opening theme from Star Wars?”

Boyfriend: *laughing* “Yes. Yes, it is.”

Friend: “Marry that girl!”