Rumours

A couple of weeks ago I phoned a cousin in England. His wife answered the phone and told me they were in the midst of a birthday celebration sleepover for their fifteen year old daughter. Fifteen girls. I jokingly said to her,”Hmmmm…I’m sure there hasn’t been enough screaming tonight. Tell them that I know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows Justin Bieber.. He’s Canadian.” Think about it. I probably do, you too. She laughed and went off to find her husband.

Within seconds I was blasted by a fifteen year old, “YOU KNOW JUSTIN BIEBER! I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER.” I quickly stated I knew someone who knew someone….. but it didn’t matter. Another fifteen year old blasted me, “YOU KNOW JUSTIN BIEBER! CAN YOU GET ME HIS AUTOGRAPH?” Before I could sheepishly mumble I know someone who knows someone… another fifteen year old blasted me, “YOU KNOW JUSTIN BIEBER! I LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER. CAN YOU TELL HIM I LOVE HIM?”And this continued with half of the birthday party screaming at me.

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In the background I could hear my cousin and his wife laughing. It had backfired on me. I had thought they would be covering their ears with 15 screeches. Instead, my ears were bleeding.

I was still laughing about the whole situation later that evening when I was struck by the thought – this is how rumours are started. Am I guilty of starting a rumour? The Canadian cousin who knows Justin Bieber? I still think I probably do know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows J.B. Sounding a little like justification though. Yes, I believe I have indeed started a rumour.

Attention Justin Bieber: If you are reading this (he might be!) there are 15 girls just west of London, England that love you. If you have a reply, you probably know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows me.

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