"You know," said one woman, "I spent over 15 minutes chatting with a lady at a wedding. I thought for sure it was Lisa A, someone I hadn't seen in 20 years. We talked about old times and had a great conversation. Next thing I know, I'm running into Amy, Lisa A's best friend. I say to Amy, 'Wow has Lisa ever gotten shorter! Last I remember she was 5 ft 8 but when I saw her at the wedding she was...' 'What do you mean?' Amy asks. 'Lisa wasn't at the wedding!'"
"I can best that," says another woman.
Not a surprising boast. In a beauty salon, there's always someone with a better story.
"Last year, I was visiting relatives in PEI. My aunt and cousin wanted to visit another cousin at the other end of the island. I told them I'd drive them but I had to go pick up some things from Charlottetown so I wouldn' be staying for the visit. So I dropped them off at the address they'd given me and merrily went on my way.
'How was the visit?' I asked them as they piled into the car, waving merely to their hostess, who was doing likewise.
'Pretty good, but that wasn't cousin Bea.'
'No? Who was it then?'
My aunt and my cousin exchanged a puzzled look and shrugged in unison.
'You mean you spent two hours at a stranger's house?'
'Well, pretty much, yes.'"
... only in PEI.
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