My Sister Can Be A Brain Drain

(My sister and I are driving home after seeing a concert. It’s not particularly late, but the show was loud and high-energy, so we’re both rather tired, drained, and not thinking clearly. We’re otherwise sober. I notice an elementary school’s marquee out the window.)

Me: “Huh. [Elementary School] is doing ‘Fiddler on the Roof.'”

Sister: “No, that’s the school corporation’s summer musical. High school.”

Me: “Oh! I was about to say… that’s kind of heavy stuff for a middle school to be producing.”

Sister: “That school is an elementary school.”

Me: “Gah! Music… too… loud… brain… no… work…”

(We arrive home at this point; my sister accidentally drives up onto the curb trying to park.)

Sister: “Brain… thing… contagious…”