Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Guilty pleasure

I'm an unabashed eavesdropper. Today, while I was part of the crowd waiting to cross Michigan and Randolph, I listened in on two very different conversations.

1) Woman on her phone: "… no, I don't know if I'll make it back in time … no, it's not fun … no, I don't know who's idea it was …" She was so unhappy, pulled so taut. When she got back to the office and discovered who's idea it was, well, I feel sorry for that person.

2) Two rather merry thirtysomething men: "He was fun to talk to until the meds wore off." "They let him go home that soon? Where did he have it done?" "Well, it wasn't a strip mall. It's not like you can have something like that done at a tanning parlor." "Strip mall brain surgery!" (Much laughter)  Brain surgery? I wonder how serious it could have been if the patient's friends were this jovial about it.


  1. Right now I'm still in the startled phase with phones. Don't get me wrong, my first cell phone (we called them car phones) was in 1983. I am referring to the people who at first you think are talking to themselves. In a fast foods place it is constant. :)

  2. Have you seen Greg Benson's schtick? I think he's hilarious--he answers people who are talking loudly on their cell phones in public.


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