The Middle Man

Everyone woke up a couple hours before we arrived in Pittsburgh this morning. I sat down and on my right was one girl, on my left was another girl and a guy. They had troubles hearing each other and communicating over the sounds of the bus traveling. Here is a condensed version of some of the conversation that went on between everyone as that trio was trying to get some work done. 

Tamara: did you respond to that email?

Elizabeth: what...?

T: did you respond to that email?

E: I can't hear you. 

Me: I feel like I'm blocking the communication between you two. Should I move? I feel like the Great Wall of China, not to be racist. 

E: haha, you're ok. 

Me: I guess I'll just translate...

T: did you reply to that email?

Me to E:  answer your emails in a timely manner!!!

T laughs. 

Me to E: she says haha. 

E laughs. 

Me to T: L. O. L. 

T. Oh my god. 

Me to E: OMG. 

E: I'm still thinking of how to respond. 

Me to T: she says, "hmmmm"

E laughs. 

Me to E: ROFL

T puts her hand over her face and shakes her head. 

Me to E: Palm to face. I mean, PTF. 

Peter get up and walks away. 

Peter: ok, I'm done with this. 

Me to E and T: Peter has left the conversation.