Sign This.

While a group of girls chatters amongst themselves, dropping their failing sign language finals into the trash, they gossip about some girl they hate--I know, girl hatred in The Bubble--warn the press. Anyways, they rip apart some poor girl like vultures to a zebra carcass when it gets personal. I'm sitting there, completely vacuumed into to "The Time Travelers Wife" (if you haven't read this go, now) when I hear them openly yell, "All Megans are bitches", completely oblivious to myself, sitting a row behind them, or really anyone else in their worlds so small I sometimes wonder how they fit each other inside. I didn't look up, because out of the corner of my eye I could see one of them lean back and they were quiet for a second, obviously more or less realizing what they'd just said as one of them tries to save it with "..uh..except NICE Megans...". Were Henry and Clare not so intriguing, the mental glare would have prolonged.