Driving along a road in Long Island that I’ve been down perhaps hundreds of times with Brigitte this weekend:
Brigitte: And that’s the hotel where Oma used to work.
Kristi, having never heard this information even once before: What?!
Brigitte: Yeah, she used to be a cleaning woman there.
Kristi: What?! How have I never heard this?
Brigitte: That’s where she met Vincent Price.
Kristi: The like, Dracula-ish guy?