Come on, mom.
My mother insists that fish aren’t animals — that they are their own Kingdom like fungi or plants.
We were out to dinner, and I insisted that we ask our waitress what she thought (to get some support). She said “Oh this is perfect! I’m a bio major actually, so I know she’s right. You’ll learn about it in college.”
And 8 years later, here I am on the other end of college, my mother still pridefully reminding me how she beat me at that argument. –Faulty_Pants
From Timbuktu to Kalamazoo.
Whether or not Timbuktu is a real place.
My kids insist I made it up. I’ve shown them maps and websites to prove its real, but they still think I made it up. –1743Sassenach
I've got a pickle!
I was eating a pickle at lunch, in high school. I referred to my pickle for some reason in the conversation. My friend said, “That’s not a pickle.”
It was a pickle. A normal, big crunchy dill pickle. It looked exactly like the pickle you’re picturing right now.
I asked her what she thought it was, and she said it was a cucumber. I said that she was right, but that it was also a pickle.
She disagreed. I asked her what she thought a pickle was, then, if not the thing in my hand. She couldn’t answer.
It was the weirdest argument ever. –poemchomsky
He truly is a National Treasure.
Someone once tried to convince me that Nicolas Cage was in ‘The Fellowship Of the Ring.’
I was like, “Do you know what the ‘Lord of the Rings’ is… Elves, Hobbits, Gandalf? Are you sure that you know who Nicolas Cage is?
Like, are you confusing him with Viggo Mortenson? No?” –-Words-Words-Words
Looks like it's time to get a new friend.
In elementary school, getting off the morning bus, a girl told me that a day is 12 hours long.
I informed her, no, in fact, it’s 24 hours.
This went on for probably 10 minutes straight until I asked the bus driver, to which he agreed that one day is 12 hours. I wanted to scream. –sydskoff
This next argument doesn’t make even a little bit of sense.