Conversations of 4 people crammed in a truck: (while my van was getting a new transmission)
Me: PinkGirl! We’re early today! Good job getting ready!
FavoriteSon: Still later than I wanted to leave.
Me: hey. Give your sister some chops.
Me: Really? Thought it was chops, what does props mean?
FavoriteSon: I don’t know.
I look at FirstHusband
FirstHusband: I don’t know either.
Me: YOU don’t know? You know all kinds of useless information. It isn’t buried in there somewhere along with the theme songs to Gilligan’s Island and the Brady Bunch?
FirstHusband: Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, A tale of a fateful trip…
A little Google search later reveals props stands for “proper respect.” That makes sense. Unlike “give chops.” Or the premise behind Gilligan’s Island for that matter. A three hour tour? really? They took a LOT of stuff on that tiny little boat for just three hours. It’s a wonder it didn’t sink.