Reminds me of the conversation I had in my local Petco some time back. Was standing near the old reptile section when this guy and his girlfriend come in. He goes over and gets an employee to open the tank with the baby BP's in it. He's holding one and talking to his girlfriend about it, so I figure he's trying to talk her in to getting one. So, me being a girl who already likes them, I thought maybe I could say a word to sway her a little bit.
I go over and tell them I have some of my own, and that they make good pets. The girl was interested and asked how big mine were. I answered my biggest girl (then) was about 4 and a half feet long and weighed probably 2800 grams. Her boyfriend snorted real loud and told me he used to have one that was 8 feet long and weighed at least 12 pounds! He said it got too big for him so he gave it to the zoo, and I could still see it at the zoo.
This is where I just lost it. I started snorting laughter and couldn't stop. He swelled up like an old wet hen, and demanded what was so funny. I told him there was no way he had an 8 foot ball, since a 6 footer was damn near record size, and if it was 12 pounds it would be as big around as a telephone pole. I told him zoo's don't accept animals from private owners anymore, and even if they did I'd been to the zoo and I knew for a fact there were no giant ball pythons there.
The guy gets all crabby and ugly and starts calling me names, until his girlfriend elbowed him hard in the ribs and told him that's what he gets for being a lair all the time. For once he met someone who knew enough to call his bluff. I thought I was gonna wet myself.
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