A dozen beautiful teenage girls walk by in their most studied casual wear. They’re bound for an afternoon of posing at the open-air market, and they laugh too loudly as they pass. “A gaggle,” I say. Bryan turns to look, “I think that’s technically a murder.”
21 thoughts on “Saturday Market”
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Mighty Girl 
I’ll bet you guys like Will Shortz’s word puzzle on NPR every Sunday morning. Am I right? Tell the truth!
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would it be mean to call it a pod?
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It’s a sloop.
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I love the puzzle, but my heart is really with “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me.” (This American Life goes without saying)
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love the murder, just plain love it.
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were they still in the ‘meep’ stage, where they go around, “meep, meep, meep, meep, meep.”
if so, then it was a smurf of meeps.
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I can’t wait to see “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me” filmed live here in Chicago.
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So, he was calling the beautiful girls crows? Not that calling them geese is much better…. 😉
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A Clutch…wouldn’t they be a clutch? Or were they too young for that…
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That’s perfect! Because I am not sure who I would want to kill more! The girls, or me. 😉
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It’s a bevy of girls and a gaggle of boys.
I am with Bryan Mason- Wait wait steals my heart. I use TAL as a “oops, don’t feel like teaching” tool. So I love it, too.
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You are all out of my league. As usual.
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Bravo & well done! A murder it is then.
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See, now I’ve always thought of it as a giddy of girls — whether teenage or school. When they get old enough to retire they’re either a knit or a murder.
For boys it’s a diamond or a wheel, but I’m kind of soft on those.
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Bossy never realized how annoying women are until she owned a flock of hens. Bossy has this to say: every chicken-related expression you’ve ever heard is true, including ‘hen-pecked’ and … wait, was there another?
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If they’re teenage girls, I think the techinical term would be an “insanity” of girls.
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I think a “murder” is correct, it’s what comes to mind when you see the trixies go by anyway. At least around here (Chicago, downtown).
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In our house we call them a ‘giggle’ or a ‘cringe.’ (This was subject to extensive debate some years back).
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Sigh. I’m for murder. I’ve got a couple of pre-teen girls on my hands, and it seems an appropriate label.
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I think it is a giggle.
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words are so wondrous!
especially when strung together for quirky meanings and kooky musings!
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