Some friends and I are watching the Artemis 2 footage on YouTube while hanging out.

Friend: “If they’re on the dark side of the Moon, how come it’s all lit up?”

Me: “Far side, not dark side. The far side is facing away from Earth, but it still gets some sun, and it still reflects a lot of that sun so it can look really bright.”

Friend: “It reflects a lot of sun, so kinda like [Bald Friend]?”

Bald Friend: “Hey! But also, fair. My head does reflect a lot of sun.”

Friend: “So, the moon is bald?”

Me: “Well…”

Friend: “The moon doesn’t have any hair, so the moon is bald!”

Me: “I mean, I guess?”

Back in yesteryear, when DVDs were still quite new, and it became possible to record your programs on the players at home, I was shopping in an electronics store for something completely different. I overheard the following conversation between a clerk and a customer:

Model numbers have been made up on the spot for the story.

Customer: “So there are these two types, the UVG32 and the UVG32+. Aside from the + model costing 20 euros more, I can’t find any differences. According to the tags and the box, they have the same amount of memory, same dimensions, same features… what’s the difference?”

The clerk examines the tags for a moment.

Clerk: “…ah! It’s subtle, but I’ve figured it out. See, this one is digital!”

Unfortunately, my dad called me away, so I didn’t catch more of the conversation. I would have loved to hear more about this ANALOG Digital Video Disc recorder.

I had to drive my kid to school one morning. She loves looking for the numbers on the local school buses. (They go from 1 to 200, a large school district.) When we are stopped at a light, we see a bus go across with a very unfortunate number…

Me: “I feel so sorry for that bus driver.”

My Kid: “Six seven! Six seven! Six seven!”

Related:
Meme It Till You Mean It

I’m a self-checkout attendant in a grocery store. I’m helping an elderly customer who’s having trouble navigating our produce selection menu (the scanner HATES the barcodes on the produce stickers for some reason). She’s using the search bar, but the letters she’s typing don’t make sense.

Me: “What are you trying to type?”

Customer: “Kiwi!”

Me: “…Ma’am, you’re holding an avocado.”

Related:
Avocado-No-No, Part 4
Avocado-No-No, Part 3
Avocado-No-No, Part 2
Avocado-No-No