During my brief stay in a hotel completely populated by high school students, I overheard some interesting tidbits …
While in an elevator with one boy who might be Chinese and a classmate who appears to be Indian:
Boy 1: But what’s the point of living well? Karma or something?
Boy 2: Well, if I lived well in the last life, then I’m enjoying a good life now as a human.
Boy 1: But you don’t know if you’re screwing something up now. What if you find yourself as a mushroom in the next life?
Boy 2: That’s not really the point, though. It’s really just to live as well as you can while you can.
Boy 1: … But then you’re a mushroom.
[Ha. I love it when teenagers are unintentionally hilarious.]
While walking through a hallway lined with lounging kids:
Girl: If it’s a girl you don’t know, you really shouldn’t play boob tag.
[What in the world…?]
While walking through the SEPTA station:
Another Girl: Mr. JG, you’d make a good daddy!
[Let’s not even go there, kids.]