I was sitting at Equator Coffee, engrossed in Liane Moriarty’s new book, Big Little Lies sipping a mug of Panacea Green Tea.
Two women, dripping with shopping bags, came in and plopped down at the table behind me. They were loud and lively. I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation.
First voice: “Hey, look over there.”
Second voice: “What? Oh, right. Oh, yeah.”
First voice: “I call it the 60/30 Conundrum“
Second voice: “What do you mean?”
First Voice: “What do you call guys around 60 who date girls around 30?
(Not missing a beat) “Grand Paws!”