While eating a family dinner at a restaurant this evening, we were frustrated by the incredibly L-O-U-D party near us. At one point, the volume went down to a dull roar and our family was able to carry on a bit of a conversation, while shouting over the table.
THE LION TAMER: (gesturing towards my boots) "Your boots look Elvish. It makes me want to watch Lord of the Rings."
THE RINGMASTER: "But Elvis sang about blue suede shoes. Mom's boots are black suede."
THE FLYING MONKEY: "Why would Elvis' boots have wings?"
THE CRAZY CLOWN: "Why are we in a restaurant talking about mom's boobs?"
And that's when the restaurant suddenly became silent.