Mom Strikes up a Conversation in a Pizza Shop and Is Blown Away When She Sees Who It's With


I’m not really obsessed with the idea of having kids myself, but I can concede that, generally speaking, moms are pretty much the absolute best. First off, it’s absolutely selfless to carry a child in your belly for nine months, and don’t even get me started on trying to shape it into a decent human being while bankrolling its life. 

THEN, it’s even more humbling when you realize that the most expensive stage of parenting only hits once kids grow up into adults, as a new study shows parents are spending more on their 18 to 35-year-olds than they did on their infant-to-toddler, or even elementary-through-high-school years. Which takes me back to point No.1 about not having my own kids, but I digress.

Essentially, moms are just awesome. They’re always around to give you honest advice, a shoulder to cry on, and once you’re out of the house, they generally just exist to be cute. 

And if you don’t believe me because you don’t have an adorable mom who calls you once a month to ask what you want in your (adult) care package (that she pays for), take the story of @ChachiChatters as a prime example.

She shared an adorable story on Twitter that quickly made waves around the internet and has now gone absolutely viral. It’s about a memorable evening she had after her best friend’s daughter invited her out to a concert about seven or eight years ago.

She starts off with some context about how she came to have “one of the loveliest nights and fondest memories” of her life.


“I drove down to New Haven and after lunch, she told me she’s going to a concert with her friends and they had bought a ticket for me too,” she tweeted. Some very attentive readers pointed out here that the lunch she’s referring to here is likely the same meal as the “dinner” she wanted to take her friend’s daughter out to before. You know, just in case you were having trouble following.

The embarrassed mom “tried to weasel [her] way out” of the concert with adorable mom excuses that every reader will recognize: “http://undefined/”I’m too old,”http://undefined/”I don’t want to have a cardiac arrest halfway through,”http://undefined/”I will drag you all down with me.”http://undefined/” 

Doesn’t this already make you want to hug Chachi?

In the end, her attempts failed.

“They wouldn’t budge,” she wrote. “I went with them. We drove an hour north. Parked the car and followed the buzzing crowd in.”

Although readers at this point have no idea who Chachi and her college-aged friends went to see, the tweeter continues: “Needless to say, I had the time of my life. We sang along to the most memorable songs. (It’s always amazing when you know the lyrics better than the young ones).”

After hours of presumably singing and dancing, Chachi took the girls back to their dorms. 

“It was may be 2 a.m. and although physically exhausted, I was still high on all the adrenaline,” she remembers. “I was also starving.”

And this is when the story, dear reader, gets really, really good.


She hits up a late-night pizza spot in New Haven, which, if you’ve ever been to Connecticut, is where you definitely want to be getting a slice. Places up there even have their own traditional New England pies with seafood on them, which, isn’t at all as gross as it sounds. 

As Chachi tells it, she went to place her order. Then, “someone came and sat next to me.”

I hear a record scratch when I read this next part: “I looked at her. I looked at her again. I looked at her for a minute before I remembered I wasn’t breathing.”

“Lovebud, you okay?’ she said with her mischievous smile,” Chachi recalls.


It has to be someone exciting if Chachi decided to share her food with them. I mean, there’s not many people who could get a bite of my personal stash of 2 a.m. garlic knots, so I understand her hesitation.

In the end, she concedes to sharing, and it seems like her generosity was reciprocated — though hastily turned down: “She offered me a slice of her stromboli. I respectfully declined; it had ham. ‘Does that mean I don’t get to ask for another one of your garlic knots?”http://undefined/”

Another garlic knot?! Jeez. Get your own!

“A polite conversation ensued. I’m pretending to be all cool. Inside, I’m purring like a happy cat,” Chachi writes of her late-night encounter. “The waiter comes over and whispered, ‘your table’s ready ma’am.’ I was ready to say goodbye and eat my pizza and be happy for the rest of my life.”

Chachi should be a mystery novelist — all this suspense, my god!

“But instead, she turned to me and asked me if I’d like to join her. I almost did a royal curtsy. But managed to maintain my composure. ‘Of course. And thank you!’,” she added to her Twitter thread. 

Just picturing this tired mom curtsying at a pizza parlor late at night is enough to make me smile.


They talked for what feels like a long time, long enough to get down to the gossip of each other’s lives. “I just decided to not bother her with any mention of her fame,” writes Chachi. 

Moms, man. They always know how to act!

She continues, “In the end, we paid our own bills and we’re going to go our separate ways. She asked someone in her entourage for a pen. She took my ticket to her concert from my hand.”



And just like that it’s revealed that Chachi has been casually chatting and eating pizza with none other than the singer-songwriter, actress, producer, philanthropist, country music extraordinaire, Dolly Parton.

“http://undefined/”Now you drive safe baby. And good night’,” were Dolly’s parting words. We’re crying! 

In the aftermath, almost a decade later, Chachi writes she “some days … wake[s] up and still think[s] it was just a dream.” Then she just has to take a look at the signed ticket. “I still get goosebumps,” she writes. “And I smile and I hum a little and I do a little twirl.”

How cute is that?! Not even as cute as the tweet she closes the thread with:


People on Twitter went insane when they read Chachi’s incredible story. One person wrote, “I almost broke the screen of my tablet refreshing this to see how it would play out” and we can definitely relate! 

“Chachi, sometimes it’s hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world, but stories like these always make me smile. Oh, and Dolly is the best. Everyone I know who’s met her say that she’s genuinely lovely and kind,” wrote another.

But for other readers, Chachi’s tale served as a reminder about their own encounters with Dolly. One person shared:

My sisters and I flew coach (alone) from Dallas to LAX when I was 8 and my oldest sister 14. We heard Dolly was in first class and “bum rushed her” unbeknownst to the flight attendants. When they came to escort us back to our seats, Dolly said no way… they are staying here!

She had a ton of room in front of her.. we sat on the floor and she ordered us ice cream sundaes I remember her calling me cute and kissed me on my forehead. I LOVE DOLLY!!

“Loooved your thread!! My niece met her when she was working at a radio station and said she was the sweetest, most down-to-earth celebrity to come to the station,” added someone else

One woman even shared a story about the time she and Dolly had a missed connection:

About 14 years ago, I was a bridesmaid. The bride and I stopped to get our nails done. I rushed to the ladies room past a blond stranger, as the bride tried to get my attention. When I came out, she said “Guess who I just met?” Pointed at a photo of Dolly on the wall. Still sad.

But the best response to this entertaining thread has to be @greenmtgirl’s, who shared a productive tip to any other New Haven lurkers who want their chance at a celebrity sighting and viral fame.


We very much appreciate this tip.

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This iPhone Conversation Between a Random Kid and Stranger at the AT&T Store Is Hilarious


One of my favorite things to do at the Apple or AT&T store is to text charitable organizations from their cellphone plans to donate money to those affected by disasters. You’d think I’d be weighing the pros and cons of buying an iPhone 8 vs. an iPhone X, or figuring out how to screenshot on an iPhone X because it doesn’t have a home button (seriously, how is it done?). 

But nope, I’m just there to build my own personal brand of Robin-Hood-ism.

I find it hard to believe that they wouldn’t dispute the charges on the company cellphone plans in the stores (I can’t imagine I’m the first with this idea), but it gives me something to do while I wait for whoever I’m at the store with to get their iPhone screen fixed for the millionth time.

But as Twitter user Demi Lomeli discovered, there are plenty of other ways to have fun at a cellphone store.

She happened upon a text conversation someone had with a friend of theirs. They used the dummy phone at the store to text them.

The person on the other line understandably wanted their number deleted from the phone and their friend acquiesced.

Only they didn’t.

And as luck would have it, they ended up getting text messages from this awesome kid while in class.

After some genuinely hilarious insults, the young man sent some wonderful pictures to the poor student who was just trying to pay attention in class.

But how are they supposed to when they’re getting quality selfies like this one sent their way?

You’ve got to admire that the kid for having to problem pestering a random individual and sending them pictures of his face.

The student on the other end begs for the incessant selfies to stop, but it looks like the kid is just getting started.

Honestly, if I started getting random funny photos from a total stranger, I don’t think I’d mind. I mean, it depends on the type of photos I’d be getting… Actually, never mind. If I ever was in a situation where I’d have to explain why a hairy Eastern European man has random children’s pictures on his phone, I don’t think it’d end well for me.

After getting their fill, finally, of the kid’s pictures, the student had enough and begged him to stop sending them.

But what they couldn’t have expected was this kid to deliver the best quote of 2018: 

F*** school, I’m a rapper.

Lomeli isn’t the only one to happen upon an accidental text conversation.

Alex Sparrow was involved in an inadvertent correspondence himself when he thought he emailed his professor an assignment, but instead, this happened.

By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late, the deed was done. The cat was out of the bag and in the professor’s inbox.

As Sparrow’s luck would have it, however, the professor found the cat endearing and ended up allowing him to resubmit his assignment.

Guess he has a weird grinning cat to thank for his 100. Now, who said that memes were a waste of time?

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100+ Interesting Words You Should Slip Into Conversation To Sound Intelligent

You send dozens of texts and spend hours talking every single day — but you are reusing most of your words. You are repeating yourself without even realizing you are doing so. There are hundreds of interesting words that you have never even heard of before (or you might have already heard but have no idea how to use them in a sentence).

It’s time to learn something new, to broaden your vocabulary, to sound even more eloquent than you already are. If you can find a way to slip these words into everyday conversation, you are going to look like the most intelligent person in the room.

Aa — a kind of volcanic lava that forms jagged masses with a light frothy texture

Abibliophobia — afraid of running out of things to read

Aquiver — trembling

Aurora — dawn

Aplomb — self-confident

Acnestis — between the shoulder blades and the loins which an animal cannot reach to scratch

Apropos — appropriate

Atrate — dressed in black

Agelast — a person who never laughs

Agastopia — admiration of a particular part of someone else’s body

Bibliopole — a person who buys and sells books, especially rare ones

Biblioklept — a person who steals books

Bibble — eating or drinking noisily

Bloviate — people who talk for a long period of time

Balter — dance clumsily

Bedizen — dress gaudily

Bleb — a blister

Boondoggle — a waste of time and money

Burke — murder without leaving a trace on the body

Borborygm — hungry

Bumfuzzle —  confused, perplexed, or flustered

Bombinate — making a humming or buzzing noise

Bumbershoot — an umbrella

Cattywampus — in disarray

Collywobbles — a weird feeling in your stomach

Cahoots — secret partnership

Caruncle — the triangular, pink areas at the corner of your eyes

Churlish — rude

Compotation — a drinking party

Conspuer — to spit with contempt

Comeuppance — getting what you deserve

Cancatervate — heaping things into a pile

Cabotage — the exclusive right of a country to control the air traffic within its borders

Cromulent — appearing legitimate but actually being spurious

Donnybrook — an uprising, a melee, or a riot

Darkle — becoming cloudy or dark

Defenestration — the act of throwing someone out of a window

Denouement — the resolution of a narrative

Doodle sack — bag pipes

Duffifie — laying a bottle on its side for some time so that it may be completely drained of the few drops remaining

Draconian — unusually severe

Erinaceous — resembling a hedgehog

Ethereal — Extremely delicate, light, not of this world

Egress — an exit

Ennui — bordem

Erratum — an error in printing

Epistemology — the study of knowledge

Esoteric — knowledge that is only available to a select group of people

Elysian — blissful, delightful

Epoch — A particular period of time in history or a person’s life

Eurhythmic — an aesthetically pleasing rhythm or structure

Flibbertigibbet — silly and overly talkative

Foppish — foolish, silly, obsolete

Fugacious — fleeting or transient

Fillip — snapping your fingers

Gubbins — an object that has little or no value

Grawlix — a series of symbols commonly used in comics or cartoons to represent curse words

Grommet — an eyelet of firm material to strengthen or protect an opening or to insulate or protect something passed through it

Hubris — excessive presumption, exaggerated pride or self-confidence

Halfpace — a platform of a staircase where the stair turns back in exactly the reverse direction of the lower flight

Hiraeth — A homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was

Impignorate — pawning something

Interrobang — a punctuation mark designed for use especially at the end of an exclamatory rhetorical question; usually written as ?!

Interfenestration — the space between two windows

Ineffable — Too great to be expressed in words

Jentacular — pertaining to breakfast

Jalopy — an old, decrepit, or unpretentious automobile

Kyphorrhinos — a nose with a bump in it

Lollygag — wasting time

Lamprophony — loudness and clarity of enunciation

Limerence — being infatuated with another person

Logophile — lover of words

Lothario — a man whose chief interest is seducing women

Malarkey — insincere, foolish talk

Macrosmatic — having a good sense of smell

Meldrop — a drop of mucus at the nose, whether produced by cold or otherwise

Metanoia — a spiritual transformation

Meme — an idea, behavior, style, or usage that spreads from person to person within a culture

Nincompoop — an idiot

Nibling — the gender-neutral term for nieces or nephews

Nefarious — Wicked, villainous, despicable

Numinous — spiritual, supernatural

Nudiustertian — the day before yesterday

Oblivion — the state of being unaware of what is happening around you

Octothorpe  — the hashtag symbol

Obelus — the division symbol

Oxter — armpit

Pandiculation — yawning and stretching

Pauciloquent — someone who doesn’t say much

Pilgarlic — a bald head

Phosphenes — the light and colors produced by rubbing your eyes

Petrichor — The pleasant, earthy smell after rain

Preantepenultimate — fourth from last

Paresthesia — the prickly feeling when your limb “falls asleep.”

Poobah — a powerful person.

Pogonotrophy — growing and grooming a beard or other facial hair

Rasher — a thin slice of bacon

Taradiddle — filled with pretentious nonsense

Tergiversate — to change repeatedly one’s attitude or opinions with respect to a caus

Snickersnee — a long, dangerous knife

Salopettes — high-waisted skiing pants with shoulder straps

Supine — Lying face upwards

Sonder — the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own

Schadenfreude — experiencing pleasure or satisfaction from the trouble, failure or humiliation of others

Somnambulist — A person who sleepwalks

Serendipity — The chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Snollygoster — a politician who does or says things for their own personal advancement

Snellen chart — the standard eye exam chart.

Scintillate — emitting sparks

Syzygy — an alignment of celestial bodies

Tittynope — a small quantity of something left over

Ulotrichous — having wooly or crispy hair

Quire — two dozen sheets of paper

Quixotic — unrealistically optimistic

Valetudinarian — a sickly or weak person, especially one who is constantly and morbidly concerned with his or her health

Vellichor — the strange wistfulness of used bookshops

Wabbit — exhausted

Widdershins — moving counter-clockwise

Winklepicker — a shoe with a long pointed toe

Yarborough — when the dealer deals a hand without any numbers above nine

Xertz — eating food quickly and/or greedily

Zoanthropy — a person who has delusions that they are a form of animal  TC mark

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Don’t Text Me First And Then Drop The Conversation

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I would rather have you ignore me completely than text me, get me excited that you were thinking of me, and then fail to respond to the text I sent back.

It makes me feel like a backup plan. Like you took your phone and texted every girl that was on your contact list, and then looked through the responses you received and only messaged back your favorites.

I don’t have any other explanation for why you would text me heyyy and then ignore me. I don’t understand why you would initiate a conversation that you were planning on stopping minutes later.

It’s not like I take so long to text back that you decided I was not worth your time and had better things to do. I might not answer after two or three seconds, but I never make you wait hours either. As soon as I see your message, I write back. I’m not interested in playing hard to get by waiting three hours to give you a response. I respond as soon as I have the time.

I don’t understand what you are trying to do. I cannot figure out what has been running through your mind. Your actions make zero sense to me.

If I was the one who started the conversation and never got a response from you, then I would get the hint. I would know you weren’t interested in talking to me. I would know that trying to capture your attention would be a waste of my time.

But you are sending mixed signals. You are actively choosing to reach out to me — and then you are choosing to ignore me.

I’m not sure whether you are intentionally trying to raise my excitement and then disappoint me in order to have some sort of power over me, whether my answers are too boring for you to continue the conversation, or whether you are trying to act mysterious. At this point, I don’t really care.

If you text me first, then I assume you want to have a conversation with me. I assume you miss me and want to hear from me. I assume I matter to you at least the minimum amount.

That is why, no matter how hard I think, I cannot figure out why our conversations end before they officially begin. I don’t know why I’m important enough for you to text randomly throughout the day but not important enough for you to keep talking to for more than a minute.

I do not understand why you keep texting me first and then dropping the conversation — but I am sick of it. If you are interested in building a relationship (or even a friendship) with me, then you need to talk to me.

If you are not interested, then leave me the hell alone. Stop leading me on. Stop sending mixed signals that are convincing me there’s a chance we are going to get together. Stop playing with my emotions because I do not want to deal with the confusion anymore. TC mark

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People Are Using Kate Spade's Death To Start A Serious Conversation On Depression

It’s easy to take a cynical approach to consumerism. To the world of fashion and frivolous purchases. I do it all the time.

I get angry whenever someone values name brand stuff for the sake of it being name brand, and I also find it pretty disgusting when people seem to care more about appearing successful than actually doing something successful in their lives that’s fulfilling and meaningful to them.

The kind of person who, in the seminal Post Malone track off of his masterpiece, Beerbongs and Bentleys, are like this woman: “her bag Chanel/but she drive a durango”.

Spending money on Gucci belts when you’re borrowing gas money, leasing a new Lexus while you’re living with your parents and taking pictures of it on Instagram with “inspirational” comments means your priorities are in the wrong place and you’re kinda pathetic. But that doesn’t mean liking the finer things in life is wrong, because it’s not.

For many people, earning those finer things through hard work, or treating yourself to something to celebrate an honest-to-goodness milestone means the world to you. It’s why growing up I valued the videogames I got after busting my butt in school or saving up enough money from shoveling people’s driveways way more than the rich kids who just got the game on a Tuesday from their parents for simply existing.

One of the best parts about buying those finer things, is when you gift them to someone else. I love surprising my wife with gifts and seeing her face light up when I show them to her. One of her favorite designers was Kate Spade, who, unfortunately, recently committed suicide.

The news left a lot of people shocked and expressing their condolences to the influential designer’s family.

People are now using Spade’s suicide to spark a larger conversation about mental health.

Many are doing it by sharing photos and stories about what her designs meant to them.

For some, it was a symbol of success, of attaining personal goals and dreams.

For others, it was all about the gift of giving.

Some people showed off her more unconventional designs and how much it meant to them to buy a new bag.

Others shared some embarrassing stories about having a knock-off, and meeting Kate Spade herself.

For many, Spade’s products represented the first “actual” purse they ever purchased, and the great feelings associated with getting something they really, really wanted.

For many people, it helped them cope in difficult environments.

Others testified to the quality of Spade’s products. For a bag to last from the ’90s, that’s pretty darn impressive.

Her suicide is a reminder that depression can affect us all. But you can get help.

My condolences to Kate Spade’s family in this trying time.

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