(I'm sitting in my office with coworker, Elle, listening to a conversation taking place in front of our door.)
(Batlady enters carrying an old suitcase.)
Batlady: (interrupting din of the office, to Lynn) Look, do you wanna see my suitcase?
Batlady: See, it's really old and used to belong to my son. He was a clown and used to juggle but now he doesn't and I have it. I'm going to see if I can donate it.
Lynn: (from desk, not getting up) Cool.
Batlady: Yes, it's really cool. I'm going to donate it to the theater department to use as a prop or something in a play. It's got a lot of value.
Lynn: Oh. It's cool.
(Lenore comes over and inspects bag.)
Lenore: Hmm, I have lots of those.
Batlady: Like this though? This used to belong to my son who was a clown. He would do kids' parties. I don't think you had one like this. Look how old it is.
Lenore: I see those all the time.
Batlady: Well, this one was for a clown. (A few minutes later Batlady pokes her head in my office.) Hey, did you guys see the suitcase I brought in?
Elle: No, we heard you talking about it though.
Batlady: I'm donating it to the theater department to use in a production or something. It used to be my son's. He was a clown. You gotta see it.
Me: Where is it?
Batlady: In my office. You have to come over there to see it. Do you want to see it?
Me: (together with Elle) Um, maybe later.
Elle: (together with Me) That's okay.
Batlady: It's the real thing. You should see it.
Elle: Can you bring it over here?
Batlady: Uh, well, it's kinda old and is falling apart a little. But if you want to swing my by office to look at it...it's just over there.
Me: (together with Elle) After lunch maybe.
Elle: (together with Me) Not right now.
(Batlady leaves, Lenore trundles into our office and starts to speak.)
Me: Wait. Are you going to tell us about the clown luggage?
L: Huh, oh, Batlady's thing? No. There's all kinds of clown bags around. It's not that special.